Non florentis Caesaris neque suis in castris, sed velut in urbe victa facies; gemitusque ac planctus etiam militum auris oraque advertere: progrediuntur contuberniis.
The picture recalled less a Caesar at the zenith of fortune and in his own camp than a scene in a taken town. The sobbing and wailing drew the ears and eyes of the troops themselves. They began to emerge from quarters:
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