Caesar, Julius; Rome -- History -- Republic, 265-30 B.C.
The Senate, conscious of its guilt, was now obliged to exert itself.
War was declared against Jugurtha, and a consul was sent to Africa with
an army. But the consul, too, had his fortune to make, and Micipsa's
treasures were still unexpended. The consul took with him a staff of
young patricians, whose families might be counted on to shield him in
return for a share of the plunder. Jugurtha was as liberal as avarice
could desire, and peace was granted to him on the easy conditions of a
nominal fine, and the surrender of some elephants, which the consul
privately restored.
Public opinion was singularly patient. The massacre six years before
had killed out the liberal leaders, and there was no desire on any side
as yet to renew the struggle with the Senate. But it was possible to
presume too far on popular acquiescence. Memmius came forward again,
and in a passionate speech in the Forum exposed and denounced the
scandalous transaction. The political sky began to blacken again. The
Senate could not face another storm with so bad a cause, and Jugurtha
was sent for to Rome. He came, with contemptuous confidence, loaded
with gold. He could not corrupt Memmius, but he bought easily the rest
of the tribunes. The leaders in the Curia could not quarrel with a
client of such delightful liberality. He had an answer to every
complaint, and a fee to silence the complainer. He would have gone back
in triumph, had he not presumed a little too far. He had another cousin
in the city who he feared might one day give him trouble, so he
employed one of his suite to poison him. The murder was accomplished
successfully; and for this too he might no doubt have secured his
pardon by paying for it; but the price demanded was too high, and
perhaps Jugurtha, villain as he was, came at last to disdain the
wretches whom he might consider fairly to be worse than himself. He had
come over under a safe-conduct, and he was not detained. The Senate
ordered him to leave Italy; and he departed with the scornful phrase on
his lips which has passed into history: "Venal city, and soon to perish
if only it can find a purchaser." [1]
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