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Marcus Brutus   


but by some misfortune, rather than the fault of his commanders,
Brutus knew not of his victory twenty days after. For had he been
informed of this, he would not have been brought to a second battle,
since he had sufficient provisions for his army for a long time, and
was very advantageously posted, his camp being well sheltered from the
cold weather, and almost inaccessible to the enemy, and his being
absolute master of the sea, and having at land overcome on that side
wherein he himself was engaged, would have made him full of hope and
confidence. But it seems the state of Rome not enduring any longer
to be governed by many, but necessarily requiring a monarchy, the
divine power, that it might remove out of the way the only man that
was able to resist him that could control the empire, cut off his good
fortune from coming to the ears of Brutus; though it came but a very
little too late, for the very evening before the fight Clodius, a
deserter from the enemy, came and announced that Caesar had received
advice of the loss of his fleet, and for that reason was in such haste
to come to a battle, But his story met with no credit, nor was he so
much as seen by Brutus, being simply set down as one that had no
good information, or invented lies to bring himself into favour.
The same night, they say, the vision appeared again to Brutus, in
the same shape that it did before, but vanished without speaking.
But Publius Volumnius, a philosopher, and one that had from the
beginning borne arms with Brutus, makes no mention of this apparition,
but says that the first eagle was covered with a swarm of bees, and
that there was one of the captains whose arm of itself sweated oil
of roses, and, though they often dried and wiped it, yet it would
not cease; and that immediately before the battle, two eagles
falling upon each other fought in the space between the two armies,
that the whole field kept incredible silence and all were intent
upon the spectacle, until at last that which was on Brutus's side
yielded and fled. But the story of the Ethiopian is very famous,
who, meeting the standard-bearer at the opening the gate of the
camp, was cut to pieces by the soldiers, that took it for an ill-omen.
Brutus, having brought his army into the field and set them in array
against the enemy, paused a long while before he would fight; for as
he was reviewing the troops, suspicions were excited and
informations laid against some of them. Besides, he saw his horse
not very eager to begin the action, and waiting to see what the foot
would do. Then suddenly Camulatus, a very good soldier, and one whom
for his valour he highly esteemed, riding hard by Brutus himself, went
over to the enemy, the sight of which grieved Brutus exceedingly. So
that partly out of anger, and partly out of fear of some greater
treason and desertion, he immediately drew on his forces upon the
enemy, the sun now declining, about three of the clock in the
afternoon. Brutus on his side had the better, and pressed hard on
the left wing, which gave way and retreated; and the horse too fell in
together with the foot, when they saw the enemy in disorder. But the
other wing, when the officers extended the line to avoid its being
encompassed, the numbers being inferior, got drawn out too thin in the
centre, and was so weak here that they could not withstand the charge,
but at the first onset fled. After defeating these, the enemy at
once took Brutus in the rear, who all the while did all that was
possible for an expert general and valiant soldier, doing everything
in the peril, by counsel and by hand, that might recover the
victory. But that which had been his superiority in the first fight
was to his prejudice in the second. For in the first, that part of the
enemy which was beaten was killed on the spot; but of Cassius's
soldiers that fled, few had been slain, and those that escaped,
daunted with their defeat, infected the other and larger part of the
army with their want of spirit and their disorder. Here Marcus, the
son of Cato, was slain, fighting and behaving himself with great
bravery in the midst of the youth of the highest rank and greatest
valour. He would neither fly nor give the least ground, but still
fighting and declaring who he was and naming his father's name, he

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