第 11 节
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小秋 更新:2021-02-17 23:16 字数:2247
refrain from intermeddling in public affairs。 For; ten days before his
decease; he composed the differences of the people of Dicaearchia; and
prescribed laws for their better government。 And the very day before
his end; it being told him that the magistrate Granius deferred the
payment of a public debt; in expectation of his death; he sent for him
to his house; and placing his attendants about him; caused him to be
strangled; but through the straining of his voice and body; the
imposthume breaking; he lost a great quantity of blood。 Upon this; his
strength failing him; after spending a troublesome night; he died;
leaving behind him two young children by Metella。 Valeria was
afterwards delivered of a daughter; named Posthuma; for so the
Romans call those who are born after the father's death。
Many ran tumultuously together; and joined with Lepidus to deprive
the corpse of the accustomed solemnities; but Pompey; though
offended at Sylla (for he alone of all his friends was not mentioned
in his will); having kept off some by his interest and entreaty;
others by menaces; conveyed the body to Rome; and gave it a secure and
honourable burial。 It is said that the Roman ladies contributed such
vast heaps of spices; that besides what was carried on two hundred and
ten litters; there was sufficient to form a large figure of Sylla
himself; and another representing a lictor; out of the costly
frankincense and cinnamon。 The day being cloudy in the morning; they
deferred carrying forth the corpse till about three in the
afternoon; expecting it would rain。 But a strong wind blowing full
upon the funeral pile; and setting it all in a bright flame; the
body was consumed so exactly in good time; that the pyre had begun
to smoulder; and the fire was upon the point of expiring; when a
violent rain came down; which continued till night。 So that his good
fortune was firm even to the last; and did as it were officiate at his
funeral。 His monument stands in the Campus Martius; with an epitaph of
his own writing; the substance of it being; that he had not been
outdone by any of his friends in doing good turns; nor by any of his
foes in doing bad。
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