BY THE TRANSLATOR
The Death of Cicero
"Just before the arrival of the triumvirs Marcus Cicero left the city,
considering it certain that he had no more chance of being saved from the
vengeance of Antony than Brutus and Cassius had of escaping that of
Octavius, -- which was the fact. He fled first to his Tusculan villa and
thence proceeded by cross-roads to that of Formiæ 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.' It is well established that his
slaves 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 hands, also, for the offence of
having written something against Antony. Thus the head was brought to Antony
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 Antony, 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 favors 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.
1 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."
(
Livy, cxx.) This judgment of the gravest of Roman
historians is the one which the better part of mankind have ratified in all
succeeding ages.
The glowing words of Velleius also deserve a place here; and these likewise
have found their echo in all later generations, viz.: "You have gained
nothing, Mark Antony (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 augumented. 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."
(
Velleius, ii. 66.)
Valerius Maximus, under the heading of "Ingratitude among the Romans," says:
"Cicero, at the instance of M. Cælius, with no less zeal than
eloquence, defended C. Popilius Læna, a man of Picenum, and,
though he had a doubtful case, returned him in safety to his home. This
Popilius, of his own accord, although he had never afterward been harmed by
Cicero by word or deed, asked Antony to send him to pursue and kill that
illustrious proscript. When he had obtained this detestable commission he
hastened with joy and gladness to Caieta and ordered that man who, not to
mention his very great dignity, had certainly been Læna's
preserver, and was entitled to veneration for the zealous and distinguished
service rendered in his private capacity, to lay bare his throat. Then, with
absolute coolness, he cut off the head of Roman eloquence and the most
renowned right hand of peace. Loaded with these, as with the honorable
spoils of war, he returned gayly to the city. As he bore the infamous burden
it never occurred to him that he was carrying the very head that once had
pleaded eloquently for his own. Words are powerless to stigmatize this
monster, since no other Cicero exists to deplore in fitting terms the
misfortune that befell that one." (
Val. Max., v. 3. 4.)
The following is Plutarch's account of Cicero's death. "While these events
were in progress Cicero was at his country place near Tusculum, and his
brother was with him. When they heard of the proscription they decided to go
down to Astura, Cicero's place on the sea-coast, and sail thence to
Macedonia to join Brutus, for it was already rumored that he had mastered
those parts. They were conveyed, sorrow-stricken, in litters, and often
stopped on the road, bringing their litters near together, and condoled with
each other. Quintus was particularly disturbed as he remembered his needy
condition. So he said that, as he had brought nothing from home, and as
Cicero's provision was also very scanty, it would be best for the latter to
continue his flight, while Quintus should return home and provide himself
with necessaries. After this was decided upon they embraced each other,
wept, and went different ways. Quintus, not many days later, was betrayed by
his servants to the pursuers, and was killed, together with his son. Cicero
was conveyed to Astura, where he found a ship ready, in which he embarked
and sailed as far as Circæum with a favorable wind. The pilots
wished to proceed from that place immediately, but Cicero, either fearing
the sea, or not having lost all faith in Octavius, went ashore and travelled
100 stades by land toward Rome. Again he became anxious, changed his mind,
and went back to the sea-shore at Astura. There he passed the night in great
trouble and perplexity. He even contemplated going secretly to the house of
Octavius and killing himself on his hearthstone, in order to bring divine
vengeance upon him, but the fear of torture changed his purpose. Then,
falling a prey to other perplexed and varying counsels, he allowed his
servants to convey him by sea to Caieta, where he had a country place, an
agreeable retreat in the summer season when the north winds blow fresh.
There was a small temple on the sea-shore at this place, out of which crows
flew in large numbers and with loud noise, to Cicero's ship as it neared the
land, and, alighting on either side of the yard-arm, some of them croaked
and others pecked at the ends of the ropes. This seemed to all to be an ill
omen. Nevertheless, Cicero disembarked and proceeded to his villa, where he
went to bed to take a little rest. The crows alighted at the window, where
they clamored tumultuously, and one of them flew down upon the bed where
Cicero was covered up, and, little by little, drew the covering from his
face with its beak. When the servants saw this they reproached themselves
for remaining idle spectators of their master's fate, and not rescuing him
in his undeserved distress, while the brute creation was lending him aid.
So, partly by entreaty, partly by force, they put him in the litter and
carried him toward the sea-shore.
"In the meantime the murderers were coming, under the command of the
centurion Herennius and the military tribune Popilius, whom Cicero had once
defended when he was prosecuted for killing his own father. Finding the
doors closed, they broke them open, but they did not find Cicero, and those
who were within said that they did not know where he was. It is said that a
young man named Philologus, who had been educated by Cicero in the liberal
arts and sciences, a freedman of his brother Quintus, told the tribune that
they were carrying the litter through the bushy shaded walks toward the sea.
The tribune took a few men and ran around to the exit of these paths.
Herennius kept his course along the path, and when Cicero saw him he ordered
the servants to put down the litter. Then, leaning his chin on his left hand
as was his custom, he looked straight at the murderers. His haggard
appearance and his unshaven face, wasted with anxiety, caused most of them
to hide their own heads while Herennius murdered him. He was killed while
holding his neck out of the litter, being then in the sixty-fourth year of
his age. By Antony's command his head was cut off and also the hands with
which he wrote the Philippics, for he styled his orations against Antony the
Philippics, and they are so called to this day." (
Life of
Cicero, 47-48). It thus appears from Plutarch's account, as well
as from Livy's, that, if Cicero had really desired to escape, he had
abundant opportunity. It was perhaps the intention of Octavius and Lepidus
that he should do so.
Dion Cassius gives a very brief account of Cicero's death, but adds some
particulars about the indignities offered to his remains, viz.: "When the
head of Cicero was brought to the triumvirs (for he was captured and killed
while fleeing), Antony heaped many bitter reproaches on it, and then ordered
that it be put in a more conspicuous place than the others on the rostra, so
that in the place where Cicero had been heard speaking against himself it
might be seen, together with the right hand, as that also had been cut off.
Before it was removed Fulvia took the head in her hands, and, after abusing
it with bitter words and spitting on it, placed it on her knees, opened the
mouth, drew out the tongue, and pierced it with pins that she used in
dressing her hair, all the time heaping disgusting epithets upon it."
(
Dion, xlvii. 8.)