Hunc rerum cursum, quamquam nulla verborum iactantia epistulis Agricolae auctum, ut Domitiano moris erat, fronte laetus, pectore anxius excepit inerat conscientia derisui fuisse nuper falsum e Germania triumphum, emptis per commercia, quorum habitus et crines in captivorum speciem formarentur: at nunc veram magnamque victoriam tot milibus hostium caesis ingenti fama celebrari.
This series of achievements, though magnified by no boastfulness of language in Agricolas despatches, Domitian greeted, as his manner was, with affected pleasure and secret disquiet: in his heart was the consciousness that his recent counterfeit triumph  over the Germans was a laughing-stock: he had in fact purchased, in the way of trade, persons whose clothes and hair could be adapted to look like that of prisoners. But here was a veritable, a decisive victory, with enemies slain in thousands, widely canvassed and advertised:
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