Sunday 8 March 2020

Book 3, Letter 21, Part 3 of 3. To Cicero, on life under a tyrant



Then in January of the next year, (45BCE) writing to Cassius Longinus, you admit your true feelings concerning life under Caesar. The speech of lavish thanks to Caesar, given before the senate, is proved false by the following honest testimony given in private:

DXXIX
To Cassius Longinus

...Can we laugh then? You will say. No, by Hercules, not very easily. Yet other means of distraction from our troubles we have none. Where then, you will say, is your philosophy? Yours indeed is in the kitchen, mine in the schools only gives me annoyance. For I am ashamed of being a slave. Accordingly, I pose as being busy about other things, to avoid the reproach of Plato...”

Plato, he seems as influential now as he was in you day Cicero. The reproach of which you speak comes from The Republic, 387b, which says that men ought to “...be free and fear slavery worse than death.”

It is a death that I wish now to finally confront. The death of Marcellus.

He didn't come back to Rome immediately after his pardon, but began his journey in the following spring. To refuse the pardon of a tyrant, is to insult him with indifference to his wishes. I am sure that Marcellus' absence from Rome was seen as a continued statement of opposition to Caesar. You wrote him a short letter in January, gently reminding him of your feelings on the matter.

DXXXV
Jan 45BCE

...Do your best, then, to come at the earliest opportunity : your coming, believe me, will be welcomed not only by us, I mean by your personal friends, but by absolutely everybody. I say this because it occurs to me sometimes to be a little afraid that you have a fancy for postponing your departure...”

A few months later, in May, your good friend Servius Sulpicius Rufus wrote to you with the news that Marcellus had been murdered.

DCXII
Servius Sulpicius Rufus to Marcus Tullius Cicero
May 31st 45BCE
Athens.

Servius sends many good wishes to Cicero. Though I know that I shall be giving you no very pleasant news, yet since chance and nature bear the sway among us men, I thought it encumbent on me to give you information of whatever kind it might be. On the 23rd of May, on sailing into the Piraeus, I met my colleague M.Marcellus, and spent the day there in order to enjoy his society. Next day, when I parted from him with the design of going from Athens to Boeotia, and finishing what remained of my legal business, he told me that he intended to sail round Cape Malea and make for Italy. On the third day after that, just as I was intending to start from Athens, at the tenth hour of the night my friend Publius Postumius called on me with the information that my colleage M. Marcellus just after dinner had been stabbed with a dagger by his friend P. Magius Cilo, and had received two wounds, one in the stomach, a second in the head behind the ear; but that hopes were entertained that he might survive; and that Magius had killed himself afterwards. He added that he had been sent by Marcellus to tell me this, and to ask me to send some physicians. Accordingly I summoned some physicians, and immediately started just as day was breaking. When I was not far from Piraeus, a slave of Acidinus me me bearing a note containing information that Marcellus had expired a little before daybreak.

So there is a man of most illustrious character cut off in a most distressing manner by the vilest of men. His personal enemies had spared him in consideration of his character; but one of his own friends was found to inflict death upon him. However, I continued my journey to his tent. There I found two freedmen and a few slaves: they said the rest had run away in terror, because their master had been killed in front of the tent. I was obliged to carry him back to the city in the same litter in which I had ridden down and to use my own bearers: and there, considering the means at my disposal at Athens, I saw to his having an honourable funeral. I could not induce the Athenians to grant him a place of burial within the city, as they alleged that they were prevented by religious scruples from doing so; and it is a fact that they had never granted that privilege to anyone. But they allowed us, which was the next best thing, to bury him in any gymnasium we chose. We chose a place in the most famous gymnasium in the world—that of the Academy—and there we burnt the body, and afterwards saw to these same Athenians giving out a contract for the construction of a marble monument over him. So I think I have done all for him alive and dead required by our colleagueship and close connexion. Goodbye.


Call me paranoid if you wish, but it seems all to easy for Caesar to have arranged the murder-suicide of Marcellus and Magius Clio. The convenient excuse of the debt motivated desperation of Magius, the easy distance from Rome, plus, the elimination of one's enemies had become a time honoured tradition in the generations-long civil conflict of Rome. Sulla practically made assassination legal, so bold and open handed was he in his proscriptions. It seems naive to consider Marcellus' murder to be unconnected to Caesar's wishes, especially if Marcellus was as important and as influential as both you and Rufus seem to think he was.

So, apologetic as I am to bring up this terrible event in your life, I do so in defence of you Cicero. If you are a coward for having submitted to Caesar, then so too was every other able bodied and active citizen in Rome. If you decided that your life was worth the price, then I must agree with you. You believed that your life might still be worth something even under the tyranny of a dictator, you believed that you might still serve the Republic. You chose to suffer whatever indignity might be forced upon you, in order that you might yet defend the virtues and ideals of your beloved Rome.

I can only imagine what heartbreak and self doubt you must have felt, to know that the man you had so encouraged to return to Rome, Marcellus, the man whom you had debased yourself before Caesar in order to secure his pardon, was then murdered. Did you suspect that you had been used? Did you consider that Caesar had given his pardon knowing that Marcellus would only attempt to return to Rome if you begged him? Were you the bait that brought Caesar's enemy close enough to be murdered by his men, and that murder blamed on a money hungry debt-crippled desperado?

Yet Caesar was killed, and you Cicero, would not repeat your much maligned submission a second time, so when Marc Antony rose to replace Caesar, you stood firm against him.

A letter for another day, my dear friend.

With gratitude and respect

Morgan

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