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In the year A. U. C, 654, Lucius Saturninus, a tribune of the people, had been slain, in
obedience to a decree of the senate, entrusting the safety of the republic to the consuls Caius
Marius and Lucius Valerius Flaccus. Julius Caesar now suborned Titus Labienus, one of the
present tribunes, to prosecute Rabirius, as being the person who had slain him, (the object of
Caesar and his party being to put an end to, or at least a check upon, that prerogative of the
senate by which, in a case of tumult, they could arm the city at once, by the customary vote,
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When, after the defence was over, the people were proceeding to vote, there was reason to apprehend some violence or foul play from the intrigues of the tribune. Accordingly Metellus, who was augur and also praetor that year, contrived to dissolve the assembly before they came to a vote; and the troubles that ensued in the latter part of the year prevented any farther attention being paid to the matter.
For the ancientness of my friendship with him, and the dignity of the man, and a regard for humanity, and the uninterrupted practice of my life, have instigated me to defend Caius Rabirius; and also the safety of the republic, my duty as consul, the very fact of my being consul since when I was made consul, the safety of the republic, and also that of each individual citizen in it was entrusted to me, compel me to do so with the greatest zeal. For it is not the actual offence, nor any desire to deprive Caius Rabirius in particular of life, nor is it any old, well grounded, serious enmity on the part of any citizen, which has brought him into this peril of his life. But the true design of this prosecution is, that that great aid which the majesty of the state and our dominion enjoys, and which has been handed down to us from our ancestors, may be banished from the republic; that the authority of the senate, and the absolute power of the consul, and the unanimity of all good men, may henceforth be of no avail against any mischief or ruin designed to the state; and therefore, as a handle for the destruction of all these weighty obstacles, the old age, and infirmity, and solitary condition of one man is attacked.
Wherefore the labour in
defending this man falls principally to my share; but the zeal for his preservation ought to be
equally felt by me and by you.
And, as this is the case, in the first place, (as is most
necessary to be done, in such a contest for a man's life and reputation, and all his fortunes,)
I entreat pardon and indulgence from the excellent and mighty
Now, since, O Titus Labienus, you have sought to cramp my
industry by a narrow space of time, and have denied the usual length of a defence which I was
prepared to use, confining me to a single half-hour; I will comply with the conditions laid down
by the accuser, (which is a most scandalous thing to have to do,) and yield to the power of our
enemy, (which is a most miserable fate for a man to be compelled to,) although in prescribing to
me this half-hour you have left me only the part of an advocate, and have ignored my
Unless, perhaps, you think it necessary for me to reply to you at some length about the sacred places and groves which you have said were violated by my client; though in making this accusation you never said anything more than that this charge had been made against Caius Rabirius by Caius Macer. And with respect to this matter I marvel that you recollect what his enemy Macer accused Caius Rabirius of, and forget what impartial judges decided on their oaths.
Moreover, I suspect that it was on that account that I
was limited by Labienus to half an hour, in order that I might not be able to say much on this
question of chastity. Therefore, you perceive that this half-hour is too long for me to discuss
those charges which especially require the care of an advocate.
For as for the trial for treason, which, when you accuse me, you say has been put an end to by me, that is a charge against me; and not against Rabirius. And I wish, O Romans, that I was the first or the only person, who had abolished that in this republic. I wish that that, which he brings forward as a charge against me, might be an evidence of my peculiar glory. For what can be desired by any one which I should prefer to being said in my consulship to have banished the executioner from the forum, and the gallows from the Campus? But that credit belongs, in the first instance, O Romans, to our ancestors, who, after the kings had been expelled, did not choose to retain any vestige of kingly cruelty among a free people; and in the second instance, to many gallant men, who thought it fit that your liberty should not be an unpopular thing from the severity of the punishments with which it was protected but that it should be defended by the lenity of the laws.
Of a truth, the tribune of the people is very much devoted to the interests of the people,—is a guardian and defender of its privileges and liberties! The Porcian law forbade a rod to be laid on the person of any Roman citizen. This merciful man has brought back the scourge. The Porcian law protected the freedom of the citizens against the lictor. Labienus, that friend of the people, has handed them over to the executioner. Caius Gracchus passed a law that no trial should take place affecting the life of a Roman citizen without your orders. This friend of the people has compelled the duumvirs (without any order of yours being issued on the subject) not only to try a Roman citizen, but to condemn a Roman citizen to death without hearing him in his own defence.
Do you dare to make mention to me of the Porcian law, or of Caius Gracchus, or of the liberty of these men, or of any single man who has really been a friend of the people, after having attempted to violate the liberty of this people, to tempt their merciful disposition, and to change the customs, not only with unusual punishments, but with a perfectly unheard-of cruelty of language? For these expressions of yours, which you, O merciful and people-loving man, are so fond of; “Go, lictor, bind his hands,” are not only not quite in character with this liberty and this merciful disposition, but they are not suited to the times even of Romulus or of Numa Pompilius. Those are the songs suited to the torments in use in the time of Tarquin, that most haughty and in human monarch; but you, O merciful man, O friend of the people, delight to rehearse, “Cover his head—hang him to the ill-omened tree,”—words, O Romans, which in this republic have long since been buried in the darkness of antiquity, and have been overwhelmed by the light of liberty
But as Caius Gracchus surpassed every one in all these particulars, how great do you suppose must be the distance which is interposed between him and you? But Gracchus would rather have died a thousand times by the most painful of deaths, than have allowed the executioner to stand in that assembly—a man whom the laws of the censors considered ought not only to be ejected out of the forum, but even to be deprived of the sight of the sky, of the breath of the atmosphere, and of a home in the city. This man dares to call himself a friend of the people, and me an enemy to your interests; when he has hunted out all the cruelties of punishments and of harsh language, not only as supplied by your recollection, and by that of your fathers, but from all the records of our annals, and all the histories of the kings; and I, with all my power, and all my ingenuity, and all my eloquence, and all my energy, have opposed and resisted his cruelty. Unless, perhaps, you are fond of such a condition of existence as even slaves would not be able by any possibility to bear, if they had not the hope of liberty held out to them.
The ignominy of a public trial is a miserable thing,—the deprivation of a man's property by way of penalty is a miserable thing,—exile is a miserable thing; but still, in all these disasters some trace of liberty remains to one. Even if death be threatened, we may die free men; but the executioner, and the veiling of the head, and the mere name of the gibbet, should be far removed, not only from the persons of Roman citizens—from their thoughts, and eyes, and ears. For not only the actual fact and endurance of all these things, but the bare possibility of being exposed to them,—the expectation, the mere mention of them even,—is unworthy of a Roman citizen and of a free man. Does not the kindness of their masters at one touch deliver our slaves from the fear of all these punishments; and shall neither our exploits, nor the purity of our past life, nor the honours which you have conferred on us, save us from the scourge, from the hangman's hook, and even from the dread of the gibbet?
Wherefore I confess, and even, O Titus Labienus, I avow and openly allege that you have been driven from that cruel, unreasonable, (I will not say tribunitian, but) tyrannical persecution, by my counsel, by my virtue, and by my influence. And although in that prosecution you neglected all the precedents of our ancestors, all the laws, all the authority of the senate, all religious feeling, and even the public observance due to the auspices, still you shall hear nothing of all this from me, now that I have so little time to speak in. We shall have abundant opportunity hereafter for a discussion on those points.
I would, I say, willingly confess, if I could with truth, or even if the cause were not
already discussed, that Lucius Saturninus was shun by the band of Caius Rabirius; and I should
think it a most glorious deed. But since I cannot do that, I will confess this, which will have
less weight with regard to our credit, but not less with regard to the accusation—I confess that
Caius Rabirius took up arms for the purpose of slaying Saturninus. What is the matter, Labienus?
What more weighty confession do you expect from me; or what greater charge did you expect me to
furnish against him? Unless you think that there is any difference between him who slew the man,
and him who was in arms for the purpose of slaying him. If it was wrong for Saturninus to be
slain, then arms cannot have been taken up against Saturninus without guilt;—if you admit that
arms were lawfully taken up,—then you must inevitably confess that he was rightly slain.
I ask
you yourself; I say, O Labienus,—when the consuls, in pursuance of the resolution of the senate,
had summoned the citizens to arms; when Marcus Aemilius, the chief of the senate, stood in arms
in the assembly; who, though he could scarcely walk, thought the lameness of his feet not an
impediment to his pursuit of enemies, but only to his flight from them; when, lastly, Quintus
Scaevola, worn out as he was with old age, enfeebled by disease, lame, and crippled, and
powerless in all his limbs, leaning on his spear, displayed at the same time the vigour of his
mind and the weakness of his body; when Lucius Metellus, Sergius Galba, Caius Serranus, Publius
Rutilius, Caius Fimbria, Quintus Catulus, and all the men of consular rank who were then in
existence, had taken arms in defence of the common safety; when all the praetors, all the nobles
and youth of the city, united together, Cnaeus and Lucius Domitius, Lucius Crassus, Quintus
Mucius, Caius Claudius, Marcus Drusus; when all the Octavii, Metelli, Julii, Cassii, Catos and
In truth, I affirm this; that that which you confess of your uncle, no man has ever yet confessed with respect to himself. No one, I say, has been found so profligate, so abandoned, so entirely destitute, not only of all honesty, but of every resemblance of and pretence to honesty, as to confess that he was in the Capitol with Saturninus. But your uncle was. Let him have been; and let him have been, though not compelled by the desperate condition of his own affairs, or by airy domestic distresses and embarrassments. Suppose it was his intimacy with Lucius Saturninus that induced him to prefer his friendship to his country,—was that a reason for Caius Rabirius also deserting the republic? for his not appearing in that armed multitude of good men? for his refusing obedience to the invitation and command of the consul?
But we see that in the nature of things he must have
adopted one of these three lines of conduct: he must either have been with Saturninus, or with
the good men, or he must have been lying in bed—to lie hid was a state equal to the most
infamous death; to be with Saturninus was the act of insanity and wickedness. Virtue, and
honour, and shame, compelled him to range himself on the side of the consuls. Do you, therefore,
accuse Caius Rabirius on this account, that he was with those men whom he would have been
utterly mad to have opposed, utterly infamous if he had deserted them?
Therefore it does seem a marvellous thing to me, where you, O Labienus, found thus image which you have. For after Sextus Titius was condemned, no one could be found who would dare to have it in his possession. But if you had heard of that, or if, from your age, you could have known it, you certainly would never have brought that image, which, even when concealed in his house, had brought ruin and exile on Sextus Titius, into the rostrum, and into the assembly of the people; nor would you ever have driven your designs on those rocks on which you had seen the ship of Sextus Titius dashed to pieces, and the fortunes of Caius Decianus hopelessly wrecked. But in all these matters you are erring out of ignorance. For you have undertaken the advocacy of a cause which is older than your own recollections; a cause which was dead before you were born; that cause in which you yourself would have been, if your age had allowed you to be so, you are bringing before this court.
Do you not understand, in the first place, what sort of men, what sort of citizens they were whom, now that they are dead, you are accusing of the greatest wickedness? Are you not aware, how many of those who are still alive, you, by the same accusation, are bringing into peril of their lives? For if Caius Rabirius committed a capital crime in having borne arms against Lucius Saturninus, yet the age which he was then of might furnish him with some excuse by which to secure himself from danger. But how are we to defend Quintus Catulus, the father of this Catulus, a man in whom the very highest wisdom, eminent virtue, and singular humanity were combined? and Marcus Scaurus, a man of great gravity, wisdom, and prudence? or the two Mucii, or Lucius Crassus, or Marcus Antonius, who was at that time outside the city with a guard? all men than whom there was no one of greater wisdom or ability in the whole city; or how are we to defend the other men of equal dignity, the guardians and counselors of the republic, who behaved in the same way, now that they are dead?
What are we to say about those most honourable men and most excellent
citizens, the Roman knights, who then combined with the senate in defence of the safety of the
republic? What are we to say of the aerarian tribunes,
In truth, if Titus Labienus thought himself entitled to
erect a gibbet in the
“Well,” says he, “but what harm can all this now do Caius Marius, since he has no longer any
feeling or any life?” Is it so? Would Caius Marius have spent his life in such labours and such
dangers, if he had no hopes and no ideas of any glory which was to extend beyond the limits of
his own life? No doubt, when he had routed the countless armies of the enemy in
Such is
not the truth, O Romans. Nor is there any one among us who exerts himself amid the dangers of
the republic with virtue and glory, who is not induced to do so by the hope he entertains of
receiving his reward from posterity—therefore, while there are many reasons why I think that the
souls of good men are divine and undying, this is the greatest argument of all to my mind, that
the more virtuous and wise each individual is, the more thoroughly does his mind look forward to
the future, so as to seem, in fact, to regard nothing
I say that there is no one of
all those men who were at
I also proclaim, and assert, and denounce the same things which he does who is the originator of this trial. There is no king remaining, no nation, no people, whom you can fear. There is no foreign or external evil which can insinuate itself into this republic. If you wish this state to be immortal, if you wish your empire to be eternal, if you wish your glory to continue everlasting, then it is our own passions, it is the turbulence and desire of revolution engendered among our own citizens, it is intestine evil, it is domestic treason that must be guarded against.
And your ancestors have left you a great protection against these evils in these words of the consul, “Whoever wishes the republic to be safe.” Protect the legitimate use of these words, O Romans. Do not by your decision take the republic out of my hands; and do not take from the republic its hope of liberty, its hope of safety, its hope of dignity.
What should
I do, if Titus Labienus were to make a slaughter of the citizens, like Lucius Saturninus? if he
were to break open the prison? if he had occupied the Capitol with armed men? I should do what
Caius Marius did. I should refer the matter to the senate; I should exhort you to defend the
republic. I myself in arms should, with your aid, resist the armed enemy. Now, when there is no
suspicion of arms, when I see no weapons, when there is no violence, or slaughter, or occupation
of the Capitol and citadel, but only a mischievous prosecution, a cruel trial, a business
undertaken by a tribune of the people contrary to the interests of the republic, I have not
thought that I ought to summon you to arms, but that it was sufficient to exhort you to give
your votes against those who are attacking your majesty. Therefore now I entreat, and beg, and
implore all of you, not, as is the old custom,
Nor does he now ask of you an opportunity of living happily, but only one of dying honourably. He is anxious now, not to enjoy his own home, but not to be deprived of his family tomb. He now begs and prays for nothing else at your hands, beyond your abstaining from depriving him of his legitimate funeral rites, and of the privilege of dying at home. He entreats you to allow him who has never feared any danger of death in his country's cause, in that country to die.