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However, at last he recollects himself and begins to philosophize.
‘“If the immortal gods assist me, as I trust
that they will, going on my way with proper feelings, I shall live happily;
but if another fate awaits me, I have already a foretaste of joy in the
certainty of your punishment. For if the Pompeians when defeated are so
insolent, you will be sure to experience what they will be when
victorious.”’
You are very welcome to your foretaste of joy. For you are at war not only with
the Pompeians, but with the entire republic. Every one, gods and men, the
highest rank, the middle class, the lowest dregs of the people, citizens and
foreigners, men and women, free men and slaves, all hate you. We saw this the
other day on some false news that came; but we shall soon see it from the way in
which true news is received. And if you ponder these things with yourself a
little, you will die with more equanimity, and greater comfort.
M. Tullius Cicero. The Orations of Marcus Tullius Cicero, literally translated by C. D. Yonge. London. George Bell & Sons. 1903.
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