Cicero to Dolabella. Ep. 10.
I Thought it an error not to write vn¦to you, our friend Sal••ius hauing oc∣casiō ••o come where you are: although, to say truth, I know not what to write:
The familiar epistles of M.T. Cicero Englished and conferred with the: French Italian and other translations
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more then that I loue you tenderly: which though I should not write; yet I am certaine, you would hold it infalli∣ble. I should rather looke for letters from you, then you from me: nothing passing in Rome, which you care to vn∣derstand: except peraduenture you would know this: that our Nicias, and V••dius, haue made choice of me for their Iudge. One produceth (as he seemes to informe me) a loane made to Nicias, written in two verses: the other like a second Aristarcus, saith it is false. I as an auncient Iudge, must determine whither it be false or true. I suppose th••t you reasoning now within your selfe, may say vnto me. Haue you then ••or∣gotten those mushromes, which you eate in Nicias hou••e? and those g••eat banquets of Sophia, daughter to Septi∣mia? But wh••t's your meaning by this? doe you th••nke I haue forgotten my selfe so farre, that whereas before, I was verie seuere; now, that I haue the au∣thoritie of a Iudge, should I make no account of Iustice? I'le carrie the mat∣ter so, that our Nicias shall not be wron∣ged: neither will I in any case condemn him, to the end that you may haue no occasion to restore him; least he goe to Plancus Burs••, to instruct him in letters. Bu•• what doe I? I range too farre, not well conceiuing whither you haue a re∣posed minde, or, as it falls out often in
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the warres, whither you finde your selfe plunged in some care, or businesse of importance. When I vnderstand, that you are in case to laugh: I'le write to you more at large. Yet will I not omit to tell you this, that the people were wonderfully toucht with the death of Pub••ius Silla, before they knew the cer∣taintie. Now they neuer striue to vn∣derstand how he died, they thinke it e∣nough to know that he is dead. I for some reason, beare it patiently; I am affraid of one thing: that by this mans death, Caesars publike out-crie will bee hindred. Farewell.