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Cicero to Varro. Epist. 7.

I Was at supper with S••ius, when your letters were brought vs. I am of your

opinion, that 'tis now time to depart from hence. And in that hithe••to I haue calumniated you; I'le tell you with what craft I did it. My minde was, that you should h••ue entertained the time, in some place neere hand, if happily we could obtaine the fauour of C••sar, when we went both together to meete him. Now, that euery thing is dispatch't, without any doubt or delay, we must be gone. For as soone as I heard of the death of Lucius Caesar the sonne; I ••ayd vnto my selfe; what will he doe to me? whereupon I sup often with these men, which haue a kinde of dominion ouer vs. What should I doe? We must ob∣serue the times. But let vs leaue ••esting: for 'tis now time to be in earnest. A∣••rica is vp in armes, and trembles feare∣fully. There is no disaster, which I feare not. But whereas you demaund of me, at what time he wil come, in what part, or into what place: Hitherto we know nothing. They say 'tis true, that he will disimba••ke at Baiae. Some thinke, that he may come by Sardinia. For the farme which he there hath, he neuer yet saw, neither hath he a worser, but yet he ac∣counts of it. I rather beleeue, that he'le come by Sicilia: but we shall presently know it. For it cannot be, but Dolabella will arriue. I think••, he shall be our Ma∣ster. How many schollers are more suf∣ficient then their Masters? Howsoeuer

if I may vnderstand, what course you will t••k••, my resolut••on shall be confor∣m••ble to yours•• and therefore I will attend your letters. Farewell.