Magnificum est civibus iura, quid hostibus reddere! speciosum certam fori pacem, quid immanes campos sella curuli victorisque vestigio premere, imminere minacibus ripis tutum quietumque, spernere barbaros fremitus hostilemque terrorem non armorum magis quam togarum ostentatione compescere! Itaque non te apud imagines sed ipsum praesentem audientemque consalutabant imperatorem, nomenque quod alii domitis hostibus, tu contemptis merebare.
If it is noble to administer justice to fellow-citizens, what is it to enemies! The splendour of occupying a curule chair in the assured peace of the forum pales beside the glory of setting it up in vast open spaces in the conquerors wake, with calm and security acting as a threat to hostile river-banks; the glory too of scorning the cries of savages, and displaying the toga instead of parading arms to quell fear of the foe! Thus you were hailed as imperator not in effigy but in person, in your own hearing; others had to defeat an enemy to win this title, but it was yours for your cool indifference to his threats.
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