sixtieth　year　of　his　life　when　he　began　his　fifth　consulship。
  The　sacrifices　having　been　offered；　and　all　that　belonged　to　the
  propitiation　of　the　gods　performed；　according　to　the　prescription　of
  the　diviners；　he　at　last　with　his　colleague　went　forth　to　carry　on　the
  war。　He　tried　all　possible　means　to　provoke　Hannibal；　who　at　that　time
  had　a　standing　camp　betwixt　Bantia　and　Venusia。　Hannibal　declined　an
  engagement；　but　having　obtained　intelligence　that　some　troops　were
  on　their　way　to　the　town　of　Locri　Epizephyrii；　placing　an　ambush　under
  the　little　hill　of　Petelia；　he　slew　two　thousand　five　hundred
  soldiers。　This　incensed　Marcellus　to　revenge；　and　he　therefore　moved
  nearer　Hannibal。　Betwixt　the　two　camps　was　a　little　hill；　a
  tolerably　secure　post；　covered　with　wood；　it　had　steep　descents　on
  either　side；　and　there　were　springs　of　water　seen　trickling　down。　This
  place　was　so　fit　and　advantageous　that　the　Romans　wondered　that
  Hannibal；　who　had　come　thither　before　them；　had　not　seized　upon　it；
  but　had　left　it　to　the　enemies。　But　to　him　the　place　had　seemed
  commodious　indeed　for　a　camp；　but　yet　more　commodious　for　an
  ambuscade；　and　to　that　use　he　chose　to　put　it。　So　in　the　wood　and
  the　hollows　he　hid　a　number　of　archers　and　spearmen；　confident　that
  the　commodiousness　of　the　place　would　allure　the　Romans。　Nor　was　he
  deceived　in　his　expectation。　For　presently　in　the　Roman　camp　they
  talked　and　disputed；　as　if　they　had　all　been　captains；　how　the　place
  ought　to　be　seized；　and　what　great　advantage　they　should　thereby
  gain　upon　the　enemies；　chiefly　if　they　transferred　their　camp　thither；
  at　any　rate；　if　they　strengthened　the　place　with　a　fort。　Marcellus
  resolved　to　go；　with　a　few　horse；　to　view　it。　Having　called　a
  diviner　he　proceeded　to　sacrifice。　In　the　first　victim　the　aruspex
  showed　him　the　liver　without　a　head；　in　the　second　the　head　appeared
  of　unusual　size；　and　all　the　other　indications　highly　promising。
  When　these　seemed　sufficient　to　free　them　from　the　dread　of　the
  former；　the　diviners　declared　that　they　were　all　the　more　terrified　by
  the　latter；　because　entrails　too　fair　and　promising；　when　they
  appear　after　others　that　are　maimed　and　monstrous；　render　the　change
  doubtful　and　suspicious。　But…
  〃Nor　fire　nor　brazen　wall　can　keep　out　fate；〃
  as　Pindar　observes。　Marcellus；　therefore；　taking　with　him　his
  colleague　Crispinus；　and　his　son；　a　tribune　of　soldiers；　with　two
  hundred　and　twenty　horse　at　most　（among　whom　there　was　not　one
  Roman；　but　all　were　Etruscans；　except　forty　Fregellans；　of　whose
  courage　and　fidelity　he　had　on　all　occasions　received　full　proof）；
  goes　to　view　the　place。　The　hill　was　covered　with　woods　all　over；　on
  the　top　of　it　sat　a　scout　concealed　from　the　sight　of　the　enemy；　but
  having　the　Roman　camp　exposed　to　his　view。　Upon　signs　received　from
  him；　the　men　that　were　placed　in　ambush　stirred　not　till　Marcellus
  came　near；　and　then　all　starting　up　in　an　instant；　and　encompassing
  him　from　all　sides；　attacked　him　with　darts；　struck　about　and
  wounded　the　backs　of　those　that　fled；　and　pressed　upon　those　who
  resisted。　These　were　the　forty　Fregellans。　For　though　the　Etruscans
  fled　in　the　very　beginning　of　the　fight；　the　Fregellans　formed
  themselves　into　a　ring；　bravely　defending　the　consuls；　till　Crispinus；
  struck　with　two　darts；　turned　his　horse　to　fly　away；　and　Marcellus's
  side　was　run　through　with　a　lance　with　a　broad　head。　Then　the
  Fregellans；　also；　the　few　that　remained　alive；　leaving　the　fallen
  consul；　and　rescuing　young　Marcellus；　who　also　was　wounded；　got　into
  the　camp　by　flight。　There　were　slain　not　much　above　forty；　five
  lictors　and　eighteen　horsemen　came　alive　into　the　enemy's　hands。
  Crispinus　also　died　of　his　wounds　a　few　days　after。　Such　a　disaster　as
  the　loss　of　both　consuls　in　a　single　engagement　was　one　that　had　never
  before　befallen　the　Romans。
  Hannibal；　little　valuing　the　other　events；　as　soon　as　he　was　told　of
  Marcellus's　death；　immediately　hasted　to　the　hill。　Viewing　the　body；
  and　continuing　for　some　time　to　observe　its　strength　and　shape；　he
  allowed　not　a　word　to　fall　from　him　expressive　of　the　least　pride　or
  arrogancy；　nor　did　he　show　in　his　countenance　any　sign　of　gladness；　as
  another　perhaps　would　have　done；　when　his　fierce　and　troublesome　enemy
  had　been　taken　away；　but　amazed　by　so　sudden　and　unexpected　an　end；
  taking　off　nothing　but　his　ring；　gave　order　to　have　the　body
  properly　clad　and　adorned　and　honourably　burned。　The　relics　put　into　a
  silver　urn；　with　a　crown　of　gold　to　cover　it；　he　sent　back　to　his　son。
  But　some　of　the　Numidians；　setting　upon　these　that　were　carrying　the
  urn；　took　it　from　them　by　force；　and　cast　away　the　bones；　which
  being　told　to　Hannibal；　〃It　is　impossible；　it　seems　then；〃　he　said；
  〃to　do　anything　against　the　will　of　God！〃　He　punished　the　Numidians；
  but　took　no　further　care　of　sending　or　re…collecting　the　bones；
  conceiving　that　Marcellus　so　fell；　and　so　lay　unburied；　by　a　certain
  fate。　So　Cornelius　Nepos　and　Vaerius　Maximus　have　left　upon　record：
  but　Livy　and　Augustus　Caesar　affirm　that　the　urn　was　brought　to　his
  son；　and　honoured　with　a　magnificent　funeral。　Besides　the　monuments
  raised　for　him　at　Rome；　there　was　dedicated　to　his　memory　at　Catana；
  in　Sicily；　an　ample　wrestling　place　called　after　him；　statues　and
  pictures；　out　of　those　he　took　from　Syracuse；　were　set　up　in
  Samothrace；　in　the　temple　of　the　gods；　named　Cabiri；　and　in　that　of
  Minerva　at　Lindus；　where　also　there　was　a　statue　of　him；　says
  Posidonius；　with　the　following　inscription：…
  〃This　was；　O　stranger；　once　Rome's　star　divine；
  Claudius　Marcellus　of　an　ancient　line；
  To　fight　her　wars　seven　times　her　consul　made；
  Low　in　the　dust　her　enemies　he　laid。〃
  The　writer　of　the　inscription　has　added　to　Marcellus's　five　consulates
  his　two　proconsulates。　His　progeny　continued　in　high　honour　even
  down　to　Marcellus；　son　of　Octavia；　sister　of　Augustus；　whom　she　bore
  to　her　husband　Caius　Marcellus；　and　who　died　a　bridegroom；　in　the　year
  of　his　Aedileship；　having　not　long　before　married　Caesar's　daughter。
  His　mother；　Octavia；　dedicated　the　library　to　his　honour　and　memory；
  and　Caesar　the　theatre　which　bears　his　name。
  THE　END