never will the seed and occasion of civil war be
wanting, so long as villains remember that bloodstained spear and hope to see another. As Publius
Sulla wielded that spear, when his kinsman was
dictator, so again thirty-six years later he did not
shrink from a still more criminal spear. And still another Sulla, who was a mere clerk under the former
dictatorship, was under the later one a city quaestor.
From this, one would realize that, if such rewards are
offered, civil wars will never cease to be.
And so in Rome only the walls of her houses remain
standing—and even they wait now in fear of the
most unspeakable crimes—but our republic we have
lost for ever. But to return to my subject: it is
while we have preferred to be the object of fear
rather than of love and affection, that all these misfortunes have fallen upon us. And if such retribution
could overtake the Roman People for their injustice
and tyranny, what ought private individuals to expect? And since it is manifest that the power of
good-will is so great and that of fear is so weak, it
remains for us to discuss by what means we can most
readily win the affection, linked with honour and
confidence, which we desire.