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Therefore, stopping all your expostulations, he sent his soldiers to you, and to
your sureties; when all on a sudden out came that splendid catalogue of yours.
How men did laugh! That there should be so vast a catalogue, that there should
be such a numerous and various list of possessions, of all of which, with the
exception of a portion of Misenum,
there was nothing which the man who was putting them up to sale could call his
own. And what a miserable sight was the auction. A little apparel of Pompeius's,
and that stained; a few silver vessels belonging to the same man, all battered,
some slaves in wretched condition; so that we grieved that there was any thing
remaining to be seen of these miserable relies.
M. Tullius Cicero. The Orations of Marcus Tullius Cicero, literally translated by C. D. Yonge. London. George Bell & Sons. 1903.
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