17.
[39]
And did you not even then, my great Paullus,1 dare to send expresses to Rome crowned with laurel? Yes, says he, I
sent them. Did you? Who ever read them? who ever demanded to have them read?
For it makes no difference, as far as my argument is concerned, whether you,
being overwhelmed by the consciousness of your wicked actions, never dared
to write any letters to that body which you had treated with contempt, which
you had ill-treated, which you had sought to destroy, or whether your
friends concealed your letters, and by their silence expressed their
condemnation of your rashness and audacity. And I do not know whether I
should not prefer that you should appear so utterly destitute of all shame
as to have sent the letters, and that your friends should appear to have had
more modesty and more sense than yourself, rather than that you should seem
to have had some little modesty, and that your conduct should not have been
condemned by the judgment of your friends.
[40]
But even if you had not shut the senate-house against yourself for ever by
your nefarious insults to this order, still, what exploit was ever performed
or achieved by you in that province, concerning which it would
have been becoming for you to have written to the senate in the war of
congratulation? Was it the way in which Macedonia was harassed? or the shameful loss of the towns?
or the manner in which the allies were plundered? or the devastation of the
lands? or the fortifying of Thessalonica? or the occupation of our military road? or
the destruction of our army by sword and famine, and cold and pestilence?
But you who did not write any account of anything to the senate, as in the
city you were discovered to be more worthless than Gabinius, so in your
province you turned out somewhat more inactive than even he.
[41]
For that gulf of all things—that
glutton, born for his own belly, not for glory or renown,—when he
had deprived the Roman knights in his province; when be had deprived the
farmers of the revenue, men united to us by mutual goodwill and in
dignity;—when he had deprived, I say, all of them of their
fortunes, many of them of their franchises and of their lives; when with
that mighty army he had done nothing except plunder the cities, lay waste
the lands, and drain the private houses of his province, dared (for what
will he not dare?) to send letters at last to the senate to demand a
supplication!
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