5. Seneca The Elder, Controversies, 7.2.8, 7.2.10, 7.2.12-7.2.13 (1st cent. BCE - missingth cent. CE) Tagged with subjects: •civil war, as preventing seneca the elder from hearing cicero Found in books: Keeline (2018) 113| 7.2.8. interfectorem Ciceronis et hi quoque non parricidi reum a Cicerone defensum, sed in priuato iudicio: declamatoribus placuit parricidi reum fuisse. Sic autem eum accusant tamquam defendi non possit, cum adeo possit absolui, ut ne accusari quidem potuerit. Latroni non placebat illum sic accusari quomodo quidam accusauerunt: obicio tibi, quod occidisti hominem, quod ciuem, quod senatorem, quod consularem, quod Ciceronem, quod patronum tuum. hac enim ratione non adgrauari indignationem, sed fatigari. statim illo ueniendum est ad quod properat auditor; nam in reliquis adeo bonam causam habet Popillius, ut detracto eo quod patronum occidit, nihil negoti habiturus sit; patrocinium eius est ciuilis belli necessitas. itaque nolo per illos reum gradus ducere quos potest totiens euadere. licuit enim in bello et ciuem et senatorem et consularem occidere, ne in hoc quidem crimen est quod Ciceronem, sed quod patronum. Naturale est autem, ut quod in nullo patrono fieri oportuit, indignius sit factum in Cicerone patrono. 7.2.10. Colorem pro Popillio Lateo simplicem habuit: necessitate coactum fecisse; et hoc loco illam sententiam dixit: miraris si eo tempore necesse fuit Popillio occidere quo Ciceroni mori? ALBVCIVS dixit in poenam Ciceronis electum amicissimum Ciceroni, quasi exprobraturus per hoc illi fortunam esset. molestius, inquit, feret se a Popillio occidi quam occidi. MARCELLVS AESERNINVS eundem colorem aliter induxit. Cogitabat, inquit, secum Antonius: quod Ciceroni excogitabo supplicium? occidi iussero? olim iam aduersus hunc metum emuniuit animum; scit “mortem nec inmaturum esse consulari Cic. in Cat. IIII, 2, 3. nec miseram sapienti:” fiat aliquit noui quod non exspectat, quod non timet; non indignatur ceruicem hosti porrigere, indignabitur clienti. Popillium aliquis uocet, ut sciat quantum illi defensi rei profuerint. SILO POMPEIVS hoc colore usus est: 7.2.12. amicus; excogitaui quomodo Cicero sua periret manu.” CESTIVS hoc colore: durissima, inquit, mihi militia in Antonio castris fuit ob hoc ipsum quod Ciceronis eram cliens; difficillimae mihi expeditiones mandabantur. tunc quoque uocatus sum quasi ad poenam: “i, inquit, occide Ciceronem; nec credam, inquit, nisi attuleris caput;” magisque admiratus est potentiam suam quod Ciceronem Popillio non licebat non occidere. FVSCVS ARELLIVS hoc colore usus est: Antoni se partem secutum, ut, si quid posset, Ciceroni prodesset; facta proscriptione ad genua se Antoni procidisse, deprecatum esse pro Cicerone; offensum Antonium dixisse: “eo magis occide quem mori non uis.” Hic color displicebat PASSIENO quia ad testem ducit; nam si hoc fecit Popillius, non tantum quod defendat non habet, sed habet quod glorietur. 7.2.13. colore usus est et duro: patronum enim dedit Popillio et dixit aliter se causam acturum Popilli, aliter Antoni; pro Popillio dicturum: occidere nolui, coactus sum; pro Antonio dicturum: occidi Ciceronem oportuit. et dixit locum, aliter non potuisse pacari rempublicam, quam si ille turbator oti e republica sublatus esset. Solus ex declamatoribus in Ciceronem inuectus est. Quid ille, inquit, cum Antonium hostem iudicaret et omnis Antoni milites, non intellegebat se et Popillium proscripsisse? Hic color prima specie asperior est, sed ab illo egregie tractatus est. VARIVS GEMINVS dixit: cum imperasset mihi Antonius, passus sum, ne aliquis P. Clodi cliens mitteretur, qui contumeliis adficeret antequam occideret, qui uiuum laniaret. | |
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6. Vergil, Aeneis, 1.34-1.222 Tagged with subjects: •civil wars, in the aeneid Found in books: Giusti (2018) 94 | 1.34. of Saturn's daughter, who remembered well 1.35. what long and unavailing strife she waged 1.36. for her loved Greeks at Troy . Nor did she fail 1.37. to meditate th' occasions of her rage, 1.38. and cherish deep within her bosom proud 1.39. its griefs and wrongs: the choice by Paris made; 1.40. her scorned and slighted beauty; a whole race 1.41. rebellious to her godhead; and Jove's smile 1.42. that beamed on eagle-ravished Ganymede. 1.43. With all these thoughts infuriate, her power 1.44. pursued with tempests o'er the boundless main 1.45. the Trojans, though by Grecian victor spared 1.46. and fierce Achilles; so she thrust them far 1.47. from Latium ; and they drifted, Heaven-impelled, 1.48. year after year, o'er many an unknown sea— 1.50. Below th' horizon the Sicilian isle 1.51. just sank from view, as for the open sea 1.52. with heart of hope they sailed, and every ship 1.53. clove with its brazen beak the salt, white waves. 1.54. But Juno of her everlasting wound 1.55. knew no surcease, but from her heart of pain 1.56. thus darkly mused: “Must I, defeated, fail 1.57. of what I will, nor turn the Teucrian King 1.58. from Italy away? Can Fate oppose? 1.59. Had Pallas power to lay waste in flame 1.60. the Argive fleet and sink its mariners, 1.61. revenging but the sacrilege obscene 1.62. by Ajax wrought, Oileus' desperate son? 1.63. She, from the clouds, herself Jove's lightning threw, 1.64. cattered the ships, and ploughed the sea with storms. 1.65. Her foe, from his pierced breast out-breathing fire, 1.66. in whirlwind on a deadly rock she flung. 1.67. But I, who move among the gods a queen, 1.68. Jove's sister and his spouse, with one weak tribe 1.69. make war so long! Who now on Juno calls? 1.71. So, in her fevered heart complaining still, 1.72. unto the storm-cloud land the goddess came, 1.73. a region with wild whirlwinds in its womb, 1.74. Aeolia named, where royal Aeolus 1.75. in a high-vaulted cavern keeps control 1.76. o'er warring winds and loud concourse of storms. 1.77. There closely pent in chains and bastions strong, 1.78. they, scornful, make the vacant mountain roar, 1.79. chafing against their bonds. But from a throne 1.80. of lofty crag, their king with sceptred hand 1.81. allays their fury and their rage confines. 1.82. Did he not so, our ocean, earth, and sky 1.83. were whirled before them through the vast ie. 1.84. But over-ruling Jove, of this in fear, 1.85. hid them in dungeon dark: then o'er them piled 1.86. huge mountains, and ordained a lawful king 1.87. to hold them in firm sway, or know what time, 1.88. with Jove's consent, to loose them o'er the world. 1.90. “Thou in whose hands the Father of all gods 1.91. and Sovereign of mankind confides the power 1.92. to calm the waters or with winds upturn, 1.93. great Aeolus! a race with me at war 1.94. now sails the Tuscan main towards Italy , 1.95. bringing their Ilium and its vanquished powers. 1.96. Uprouse thy gales. Strike that proud navy down! 1.97. Hurl far and wide, and strew the waves with dead! 1.98. Twice seven nymphs are mine, of rarest mould; 1.99. of whom Deiopea, the most fair, 1.100. I give thee in true wedlock for thine own, 1.101. to mate thy noble worth; she at thy side 1.102. hall pass long, happy years, and fruitful bring 1.104. Then Aeolus: “'T is thy sole task, O Queen, 1.105. to weigh thy wish and will. My fealty 1.106. thy high behest obeys. This humble throne 1.107. is of thy gift. Thy smiles for me obtain 1.108. authority from Jove. Thy grace concedes 1.109. my station at your bright Olympian board, 1.111. Replying thus, he smote with spear reversed 1.112. the hollow mountain's wall; then rush the winds 1.113. through that wide breach in long, embattled line, 1.114. and sweep tumultuous from land to land: 1.115. with brooding pinions o'er the waters spread, 1.116. east wind and south, and boisterous Afric gale 1.117. upturn the sea; vast billows shoreward roll; 1.118. the shout of mariners, the creak of cordage, 1.119. follow the shock; low-hanging clouds conceal 1.120. from Trojan eyes all sight of heaven and day; 1.121. night o'er the ocean broods; from sky to sky 1.122. the thunders roll, the ceaseless lightnings glare; 1.123. and all things mean swift death for mortal man. 1.124. Straightway Aeneas, shuddering with amaze, 1.125. groaned loud, upraised both holy hands to Heaven, 1.126. and thus did plead: “O thrice and four times blest, 1.127. ye whom your sires and whom the walls of Troy 1.128. looked on in your last hour! O bravest son 1.129. Greece ever bore, Tydides! O that I 1.130. had fallen on Ilian fields, and given this life 1.131. truck down by thy strong hand! where by the spear 1.132. of great Achilles, fiery Hector fell, 1.133. and huge Sarpedon; where the Simois 1.134. in furious flood engulfed and whirled away 1.136. While thus he cried to Heaven, a shrieking blast 1.137. mote full upon the sail. Up surged the waves 1.138. to strike the very stars; in fragments flew 1.139. the shattered oars; the helpless vessel veered 1.140. and gave her broadside to the roaring flood, 1.141. where watery mountains rose and burst and fell. 1.142. Now high in air she hangs, then yawning gulfs 1.143. lay bare the shoals and sands o'er which she drives. 1.144. Three ships a whirling south wind snatched and flung 1.145. on hidden rocks,—altars of sacrifice 1.146. Italians call them, which lie far from shore 1.147. a vast ridge in the sea; three ships beside 1.148. an east wind, blowing landward from the deep, 1.149. drove on the shallows,—pitiable sight,— 1.150. and girdled them in walls of drifting sand. 1.151. That ship, which, with his friend Orontes, bore 1.152. the Lycian mariners, a great, plunging wave 1.153. truck straight astern, before Aeneas' eyes. 1.154. Forward the steersman rolled and o'er the side 1.155. fell headlong, while three times the circling flood 1.156. pun the light bark through swift engulfing seas. 1.157. Look, how the lonely swimmers breast the wave! 1.158. And on the waste of waters wide are seen 1.159. weapons of war, spars, planks, and treasures rare, 1.160. once Ilium 's boast, all mingled with the storm. 1.161. Now o'er Achates and Ilioneus, 1.162. now o'er the ship of Abas or Aletes, 1.163. bursts the tempestuous shock; their loosened seams 1.165. Meanwhile how all his smitten ocean moaned, 1.166. and how the tempest's turbulent assault 1.167. had vexed the stillness of his deepest cave, 1.168. great Neptune knew; and with indigt mien 1.169. uplifted o'er the sea his sovereign brow. 1.170. He saw the Teucrian navy scattered far 1.171. along the waters; and Aeneas' men 1.172. o'erwhelmed in mingling shock of wave and sky. 1.173. Saturnian Juno's vengeful stratagem 1.174. her brother's royal glance failed not to see; 1.175. and loud to eastward and to westward calling, 1.176. he voiced this word: “What pride of birth or power 1.177. is yours, ye winds, that, reckless of my will, 1.178. audacious thus, ye ride through earth and heaven, 1.179. and stir these mountain waves? Such rebels I— 1.180. nay, first I calm this tumult! But yourselves 1.181. by heavier chastisement shall expiate 1.182. hereafter your bold trespass. Haste away 1.183. and bear your king this word! Not unto him 1.184. dominion o'er the seas and trident dread, 1.185. but unto me, Fate gives. Let him possess 1.186. wild mountain crags, thy favored haunt and home, 1.187. O Eurus! In his barbarous mansion there, 1.188. let Aeolus look proud, and play the king 1.190. He spoke, and swiftlier than his word subdued 1.191. the swelling of the floods; dispersed afar 1.192. th' assembled clouds, and brought back light to heaven. 1.193. Cymothoe then and Triton, with huge toil, 1.194. thrust down the vessels from the sharp-edged reef; 1.195. while, with the trident, the great god's own hand 1.196. assists the task; then, from the sand-strewn shore 1.197. out-ebbing far, he calms the whole wide sea, 1.198. and glides light-wheeled along the crested foam. 1.199. As when, with not unwonted tumult, roars 1.200. in some vast city a rebellious mob, 1.201. and base-born passions in its bosom burn, 1.202. till rocks and blazing torches fill the air 1.203. (rage never lacks for arms)—if haply then 1.204. ome wise man comes, whose reverend looks attest 1.205. a life to duty given, swift silence falls; 1.206. all ears are turned attentive; and he sways 1.207. with clear and soothing speech the people's will. 1.208. So ceased the sea's uproar, when its grave Sire 1.209. looked o'er th' expanse, and, riding on in light, 1.211. Aeneas' wave-worn crew now landward made, 1.212. and took the nearest passage, whither lay 1.213. the coast of Libya . A haven there 1.214. walled in by bold sides of a rocky isle, 1.215. offers a spacious and secure retreat, 1.216. where every billow from the distant main 1.217. breaks, and in many a rippling curve retires. 1.218. Huge crags and two confronted promontories 1.219. frown heaven-high, beneath whose brows outspread 1.220. the silent, sheltered waters; on the heights 1.221. the bright and glimmering foliage seems to show 1.222. a woodland amphitheatre; and yet higher |
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