Cicero gets up once more he is a tired man too tired to resist the words of the last few senators when they order that the man to be killed this day is the most powerful man left in Rome it is time for Julius Caesar to die. Cicero is too depressed to say his usual words and instead just motions for the executioners to kill this man; this man who would have ruled Rome but now will just be another victim. Caesar was known to be a man who pushed his luck to the end always going double or nothing and this time it was to be nothing. The chief executioner moved to strangle him and Caesar looks up at the sky for the last time and says “None but the brave deserve the fair”. With these words we see the end of the man who would have being the greatest of all the Romans known throughout the lands.
GodEmperor (Julius Caesar) is dead
That Night, The Death of the Republic
"Just before the arrival of the Catilines Marcus Cicero left the city, considering it certain that he had no more chance of being saved from the vengeance of Catiline than Hybridia and Cato had of escaping the others, -- which was the fact. He fled first to his Tusculan villa and thence proceeded by cross-roads to that of Formi in order to take ship at Caieta. There, after advancing several times seaward, he was driven back by adverse winds, and again he found himself unable to endure the tossing of the ship on the gloomy rolling waves, and he began at length to grow weary both of flight and of life. So he returned to his upper villa, which was a little more than a mile from the shore, saying, 'I will die in my fatherland that I have so often saved.' His slaves, led by Tiro were ready to fight for him bravely and faithfully, but that he ordered them to put down the litter and endure with patience whatever an adverse fate should compel. As he leaned out of the litter and offered his neck unmoved, his head was cut off. Nor did this satisfy the senseless cruelty of the soldiers. They cut off his tongue, also, for the offence of having said harsh words about Catiline. Thus the head was brought to Catiline and placed by his order between the two hands on the rostra, where, often as consul, often as a consular, and, that very year against Catiline, he had been heard with admiration of his eloquence, the like of which no other human voice ever uttered. The people, raising their eyes bedimmed with tears, could scarcely bear the sight of his dismembered parts. He lived sixty-three years, so that in the absence of violence his death could not have been considered premature. His genius served him well both in his works and in the rewards thereof. He enjoyed the favours of fortune for a long time, yet in the intervals of his protracted career of prosperity he suffered some severe blows, exile, the ruin of the party he had espoused, the death of his daughter, and his end so sad and bitter, none of which calamities did he bear as became a man except his death, which to one who weighs the matter impartially must seem the less undeserved, since he suffered nothing more cruel at the hands of his victorious enemy than he would himself have inflicted if fortune had put the same power in his hands. Yet if we weigh his virtues and his faults he must be pronounced a great, energetic, and ever memorable man, to fitly sound whose praises another Cicero would be needed." This judgment of the gravest of Roman historians is the one which the better part of mankind has ratified in all succeeding ages. With the death of Cicero, Tiro turns to speak to Sura the murder of Cicero
"You have gained nothing, Sura (for the indignation bursting from my mind and breast compels me to exceed the intended character of this work); you have gained nothing, I say, by paying the price for closing that celestial voice and cutting off that most noble head, and instigating, by a cruel reward, the death of a man who had once been so great a consul and the saviour of the republic. You deprived Marcus Cicero of a life of anxiety and a feeble old age, of an existence worse under your chieftainship than death under your triumvirate. But the fame and glory of his deeds and words you have not taken from him in the least, but rather augmented. He lives and will live in the memory of all ages. So long as this body of the natural universe, whether created by chance or by providence, or however constituted, which he almost alone of the Romans penetrated with his intellect, embraced with his genius, and illuminated with his eloquence, shall endure, it will bear the praise of Cicero as coeval with it. All posterity will admire what he wrote against you and execrate what you did against him, and sooner shall the human race perish from the earth than his fame decay."
Csargo (Cicero) is dead
Cato awaits the arrival of Catiline to his quarters. One of his servants was about to go on an embassy to Catiline on behalf of the remaining Senators, and requested Cato to suggest to him a convincing speech which he might employ in the case; "for," said he, "in thine own behalf it were well for me to fall down at Catiline’s knees and clasp his hands." But Cato would not suffer him to do this. "For if," said he, "I were willing to be saved by grace of Catiline, I ought to go to him in person and see him alone; but I am unwilling to be under obligations to the tyrant for his illegal acts. And he acts illegally in saving, as if their master, those over whom he has no right at all to be the lord. However, if it is thy wish, let us consider jointly how thou mayest obtain mercy for the three hundred." After his conference with the servant on this matter, he presented his son and his companions to him as he was going away; and after escorting him on his way and bidding him farewell, he came back home, called together his son and his friends, and discoursed with them on many subjects. In particular, he forbade the young man to engage in political matters; for to do so worthily of a Cato was no longer possible, as things were going, and to do so otherwise would be disgraceful. And presently, towards evening, he betook himself to the bath.
After his bath came to an end, and after walking about with his friends as he usually did after supper, he gave the officers of the watch the proper orders, and then retired to his chamber, but not until he had embraced his son and each of his friends with more than his wonted kindness, and thus awakened anew their suspicions of what was to come. After entering his chamber and lying down, he took up Plato's dialogue "On the Soul," and when he had gone through the greater part of the treatise, he looked up above his head, and not seeing his sword hanging there (for his son had taken it away while Cato was still at supper), called the servant back once more and asked him who had taken the weapon. The servant made no answer, and Cato returned to his book; and a little while after, as if in no haste or hurry, but merely looking for his sword, he bade the servant fetch it. But as there was some delay, and no one brought the weapon, he finished reading his book, and this time called his servants one by one and in louder tones demanded his sword. One of them he smote on the mouth with his fist, and bruised his own hand, angrily crying now in loud tones that his son and his servants were betraying him into the hands of the enemy without arms. At last his son ran in weeping, together with his friends, and after embracing him, betook himself to lamentations and entreaties. But Cato, rising to his feet, took on a solemn look, and said: "When and where, without my knowledge, have I been adjudged a madman, that no one instructs or tries to convert me in matters wherein I am thought to have made bad decisions, but I am prevented from using my own judgement, and have my arms taken from me? Why, generous boy, dost thou not also tie thy father's hands behind his back, that Catiline may find me unable to defend myself when he comes? Surely, to kill myself I have no need of a sword, when I have only to hold my breath a little while, or dash my head against the wall, and death will come."
As Cato said these words the young man went out sobbing, and all the rest also, except for a few loyal men. These alone remained, and with these Cato began to talk, now in gentler tones. "I suppose," said he, "that ye also have decided to detain in life by force a man as old as I am, and to sit by him in silence and keep watch of him: or are ye come with the plea that it is neither shameful nor dreadful for Cato, when he has no other way of salvation, to await salvation at the hands of his enemy? Why, then, do ye not speak persuasively and convert me to this doctrine, that we may cast away those good old opinions and arguments which have been part of our very lives, be made wiser through Catilines efforts, and therefore be more grateful to him? And yet I, certainly, have come to no resolve about myself; but when I have come to a resolve, I must be master of the course which I decide to take. And I shall come to a resolve with your aid, as I might say, since I shall reach it with the aid of those doctrines which ye also adopt as philosophers. So go away with good courage, and bid my son not to try force with his father when he cannot persuade him."
And now the birds were already beginning to sing, when he fell asleep again for a little while. And when his son came and told him that harbours were very quiet, he ordered him to close the door, throwing himself down upon his couch as if he were going to rest there for what still remained of the night. But when his had gone out, Cato drew his sword from its sheath and stabbed himself below the breast. His thrust, however, was somewhat feeble, owing to the inflammation in his hand, and so he did not at once dispatch himself, but in his death struggle fell from the couch and made a loud noise by overturning a geometrical abacus that stood near. His servants heard the noise and cried out, and his son at once ran in, together with his friends. They saw that he was smeared with blood, and that most of his bowels were protruding, but that he still had his eyes open and was alive; and they were terribly shocked. But the physician went to him and tried to replace his bowels, which remained uninjured, and to sew up the wound. Accordingly, when Cato recovered and became aware of this, he pushed the physician away, tore his bowels with his hands, rent the wound still more, and so died.
Double A (Cato the Younger) is dead
Finally we reach the house of Antonios Hybridia now whilst these previous men died with honour and dignity fitting of their station as some of the finest Romans who ever lived Hybridia would have no such death. He would have the death that befits a man who in all rights should never have gained the power that he did. He sees Catiline approaching and walks out to him saying all sorts of pleasantries. “How are thou my good man?” and “I was always loyal to you, doth thou not know?” All of his words would result in nothing, like the others he was to die as well for nothing upset Catiline more than the betrayal of someone who was once thought to be a friend. Hybridia still continues to talk of things that he could do. “I will give you Macedon Catiline.” And “I can still be useful.” Catiline rises his hand and with that Hybridia is silent he neck fat trembling as Catiline gets closer and closer. Catiline leans into him and says “Cowards die 1000 deaths, heroes die but one. You have already died many times in your life thankfully for you this will be your last.” With these words Catiline draws up the blade that has being in his family for centuries and cuts down Hybridia.
Secura (Hybridia) is dead
Catiline Victory
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