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But at present I am afraid of
everything: I dread even the unpopularity which your very kindness of
disposition may provoke. Already the weeping of so many men as we behold
indicates how beloved you are by your own relations; but, as for me, grief
enfeebles and stifles my voice. I do entreat you, O judges, do not deprive
this most excellent man, than whom no more virtuous man has ever lived, of
the name of a Roman knight, of the enjoyment of this light, and of the
pleasure of beholding you. He begs nothing else of you, except to be allowed
with uplifted eyes to behold this city, and to pace around the forum; a
pleasure which fortune would have already deprived him of; if the power of
one single friend had not come to his assistance.
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M. Tullius Cicero. The Orations of Marcus Tullius Cicero, literally translated by C. D. Yonge, B. A. London. George Bell & Sons, York Street, Covent Garden. 1891.
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