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ORATIONS AND HARANGUES.
CHA P. I.
Junius Brutus over the Dead Body of Lucretia.
YES, noble lady !I swear by this blood, which
was once so pure, and which nothing but royal villany could have polluted, that I will pursue Lucius Tarquinius the proud, his wicked wife, and their children, with fire and sword; nor will I ever suffer any of that family, or of any other whatsoever, to be king in Rome. Ye gods! I call you to witness this my oath! There, Romans, turn your eyes to that sad spectacle-the daughter of Lucretius, Collatinus's wife-she died by her own hand. See there a noble lady, whom the lust of a Tarquin reduced to the necessity of being her own executioner, to attest her innocence. Hospitably entertained by her, as a kinsman of her husband's, Sextus, the perfidious guest became her brutal ravisher. The chaste, the generous Lucretia could not survive the insult. Glorious woman! but once only treat ed as a slave, she thought life no longer to be endured. Lucretia, a woman, disdained a life that depended on a tyrant's will: and shall we, shall men, with such an example before our eyes, and after five-and-twenty years of ignominious servitude, shall we, through a fear of dying, defer one single instant to assert our liberty? No, Romans; now is the time; the favourable moment, we have so long waited for,
is come. Tarquin is not at Rome. The Patri cians are at the head of the enterprise. The city is abundantly provided with men, arms, and all things necessary. There is nothing wanting to secure the success, if our own courage does not fail us. Can all these warriors, who have ever been so brave when foreign enemies were to be subdued, or when conquests were to be made to gratify the ambition and avarice of Tarquin, be then only cowards when they are to deliver themselves from slavery? Some of you are, perhaps, intimidated by the army which Tarquin now commands. The soldiers you imagine, will take the part of their general. Banish so groundless a fear. The love of liberty is natural to all men. Your fellow cit izens in the camp feel the weight of oppres sion with as quick a sense as you that are in Rome: they will as eagerly seize the occasion of throwing off the yoke. But let us grant there may be some among them, who, through baseness of spirit, or a bad education, will be disposed to favour the tyrant. The number of these can be but small, and we have means sufficient in our hands to reduce them to reason. They have left us hostages more dear to them than life. Their wives, their children, their fathers, their mothers, are here in the city. Courage, Romans! the gods are for us; those gods whose temples and altars the impious Tar quin has profaned by sacrifices and libations made with polluted hands, polluted with blood and with numberless unexpiated crimes commit ted against his subjects. Ye Gods, who 'protected our forefathers! ye. Genii, who watch for the preservation and glory of Rome ! do you inspire us with courage, and unanimity in this
glorious cause, and we will to our last breath, defend your worship from all profanation.
CHA P. I I.
Hannibal to his Soldiers.
KNOW not, soldiers, whether you or your prisoners be encompassed by fortune with the stricter bonds and necessities. Two seas inclose you on the right and left: --not a ship to flee to for escaping. Before you is the Po, a river broader and more rapid than the Rhone; behind you are the Alps, over which, when your numbers were undiminished, you were hardly able to force a passage. Here then, soldiers! you must either conquer or die, the very first hour you meet the enemy. But the same fortune which has thus laid you under the necessity of fighting, has set before your eyes those rewards of victory, than which no men are ever wont to wish for greater from the immortal gods. Should we, by our valour, recover only Sicily and Sardinia, which were ravished from our fathers, those would be no inconsiderable prizes. Yet what are these? The wealth' of Rome, whatever riches she has heaped together in the spoils of nations, all these with the masters of them, will be yours. You have been long enough employed in driving the cattle upon the vast mountains of Lusitania and Celtiberia; you have hitherto met with no reward worthy of the labours and dangers you have undergone. The time is now come to reap the full recom→ pence of your toilsome marches over so many mountains and rivers, and through so many nations, all of them in arms. This is the place
which Fortune has appointed to be the limits of your labours; it is here that you will finish your glorious warfare, and receive an ample recompence of your completed service. For I would not have you imagine, that victory will be as difficult, as the name of a Roman war is great. and sounding.. It has often happened that a despised enemy has given a bloody battle, and the most renowned kings and nations have by a small force been overthrown. And if you but take away the glitter of the Roman name, what is there, wherein. they may stand in competition with you? For to say nothing of your service in war for twenty years together, with so much valour and success, from the from the very Pillars of Hercules, from the ocean, from the utmost bounds of the earth, through so many warlike nations of Spain and Gaul, are you not come hither victorious? And with whom are you now to fight? With raw soldiers, an undisciplined army, beaten, vanquished, besieged by the Gauls the very last summer, an army unknown to their leader, and unacquainted with him.
Or shall I, who was born, I might almost say, but certainly brought up, in the tent of my father, that most excellent general, shall I, the conqueror of Spain and Gaul, and not only of the Alpine nations, but which is greater yet, of the Alps themselves, shall I compare myself with this half-year captain! A captain, before whom should one place the two armies without their ensigns, I am persuaded he would not know to which of them he is consul! I esteem it no small advantage, soldiers, that there is not one. ́among you, who has not often been an eyewitness of my exploits in war; not one of whose valour I myself have not been a spectator, so