THE LIFE AND TIMES OF MARC ANTHONY

CHAPTER II

Caius Marius, and the growth of the political troubles amidst which Antony was born,

121 - 83 BC

Although the Gracchi were not of aristocratic lineage on their father’s side, their paternal descent was, at any rate, distinguished, and their mother was of the bluest blood. The two brothers were both men of culture and refinement, who supported the Comitia rather than the Senate because they believed the latter to be a corrupt and self-seeking body far less fit than the People’s Assembly to promote the true interests of the nation. But in 119 BC, two years after the death of Caius Gracchus, another famous Tribune of the People, this time a genuine working man, made his bow to the restless Roman audience. His name was Caius Marius.

He was born in 157 BC in a village near the little town of Arpinum (Arpino) in the rugged Volscian Mountains, his parents being people of small means and no importance; but after a hard-working youth he had the good fortune to come under the notice of Cecilius Metellus, a man of ancient and illustrious plebeian family, but of aristocratic sympathies and high standing in the Senatorial party, who, in 133 BC persuaded him to join the army, and sent him with a letter of introduction to Scipio Africanus the Younger, the brother-in-law of the Gracchi, then commanding the Roman forces fighting in Spain. Scipio took a fancy to, and rapidly promoted, the young man, whose bravery, abstemiousness, and devotion to duty caused him to be generally respected in spite of his rough manners and his habit of speaking his mind; and once, so the story goes, when a staff-officer flatteringly asked where Rome would ever find another Scipio, that general put his hand on Marius's shoulder, and said “Possibly here”.

When the war was over and Marius had come back home with a considerable reputation for efficiency, and an unbounded belief in himself, both Scipio and Metellus helped him to fulfill his ambition to enter political life as a Tribune of the People, although the fact that he was a poor speech-maker, halting and tactless, was likely to tell against him. In 129 BC Scipio was murdered, perhaps, as many people thought, by his wife Sempronia, the sister of the Gracchi, because of his violently aristocratic prejudices which led him too often to make rude remarks about the late Tiberius Gracchus; but Metellus continued to keep a guiding hand upon Marius, and it seems evident that he hoped to train him to be a useful member of the conservative or republican party—the party, that is to say, which upheld the rigid constitution of the old Republic against the restless pressure of the new democracy.

To his disgust, however, Marius conceived an overwhelming dislike for the nobility, whom he regarded as nincompoops and voluptuaries; and as soon as he became Tribune, he proposed in the Comitia a law in regard to the suffrage which had as its object the curtailing of the powers of the aristocrats’ vehicle, the Senate. The Consul Cotta led the senators in their opposition to this bill, and arrogantly sent for Marius to explain his conduct before the House; but to everybody’s astonishment the Tribune marched into the Senate, followed by some officers of the Comitia, and told Cotta that unless he allowed the bill to pass, he, Marius, would have him thrown into prison for obstructing the People's wishes. The Senators gasped; and when Marius then turned to his former patron Metellus and angrily asked him what he was going to do about it, Metellus, greatly shocked at such insolence in his protégé, declared that he, too, would oppose the bill, whereupon Marius called up his officers and said “Arrest that man!”  At this the nervous senators, supposing that another revolution was upon them, hastily expressed their willingness to reconsider the matter; and Marius marched out of the House again in triumph.

A few days later, however, his delighted supporters proposed another law in the Comitia; this time in regard to the distribution of corn; and when the senators opposed it Marius risked his popularity with the masses by upholding the objection, for the simple reason that he did not regard the measure as serving the public good. Both parties realized then that that current phenomenon, an honest patriot, had once more appeared in the democratic ranks.

From Tribune Marius rose at length to the high magisterial office of Praetor; and so influential did he become that Caius Julius Caesar, who later was the father of the great dictator, and who was one of the heads of the proudly aristocratic Julian family, willingly gave him his sister, Julia, in marriage.

At about this time the Romans found themselves involved in a war against King Jugurtha of Numidia in North Africa, an attractive young man who, as a prince, had served under Scipio in Spain, and was well-known to Marius. He had been a great favorite with the general, both as a dashing officer and as a sportsman, and had gone back to Numidia with such high recommendations that his royal father had made him his heir over the heads of his two other sons, with the result that a family quarrel had ensued, and Jugurtha had been obliged to kill off one of his rivals and make war against the other.

Jugurtha at length came himself to Rome to try to obtain the patronage of the Republic; and, being both rich and charming, he soon managed to win the support of the patrician senators, and did not hesitate to cement his friendship by the lavish distribution of bribes. The discovery of these payments, however, caused a tremendous scandal in the city; and the Comitia, apparently at the instigation of Marius, took sides against him, and ordered him to leave the country, which he did with a sneering remark implying that everything was a question of money in Rome, and that if only he had been richer he could have bought the whole Republic. So greatly were the People incensed with him that, in 109 BC, they decided to drive him from his throne by force; and Metellus, who was Consul for that year and was one of the few nobles who had not accepted Jugurtha’s money, was ordered to lead an expedition against him, with Marius, whom the Comitia could trust, as his second-in-command.

During the many months of indeterminate fighting which ensued, Marius won great military renown at the expense of his somewhat incompetent superior officer, and became extremely popular with the troops, whose every hardship he shared. Metellus, on the contrary, was a man who believed only in strict discipline, and inflicted punishments which were too inhuman even for Roman taste. For example, his treatment of certain Greek and Italian deserters who had been surrendered to him by the enemy was savage almost to the degree of lunacy: he buried them up to their armpits, used them as targets for his arrows, and then, alive or dead, made little bonfires over them. At last Marius decided by hook or by crook to go back to Rome, get himself elected Consul for the year 107 BC, and ignoring in the public interest the probable charge of ingratitude, make an attempt to supersede Metellus in the supreme command. Metellus, very naturally, was not willing at first to give him leave of absence, and, quite apart from other and obvious considerations, could not stomach the idea of a common and uneducated man becoming Consul; but at last, twelve days before the date of the consular elections, he magnanimously released him, whereupon Marius made a dash for home, and arrived just in time to secure election by bluntly telling the Roman People that this war was a man's job which could never be brought to a successful conclusion by an elegant personage such as Metellus, backed by a lot of emasculated senatorial nonentities.

“My fellow citizens”, said Marius to the Comitia, “compare me, a self-made man, with these arrogant nobles. What they have but heard or read, I have seen or done. What they have learnt from books, I have acquired in the field. They despise my humble birth: I despise their imbecility, for I consider that all men are equal by birth and that only he who works hard is noble. But if these patrician gentlemen justly despise me, then let them also despise their own ancestors whose nobility, like mine, had its origin in merit. And if they envy me the honors I have received, let them also envy me my hard work, my abstinences, and the perils by which I obtained these honors. It is true that I cannot boast of ancestral portraits nor of the deeds of my forefathers; but if it be necessary I can show you my military rewards and the scars of my wounds. These are my family heirlooms, these my nobility—honors not inherited, like theirs but acquired amidst innumerable toils and dangers”.

“My speech, they say, is inelegant”, he went on; “but I have never thought that of much importance. Nor can I speak Greek; for I have never had a wish to learn a language which adds nothing to the valor of those who know it. They jeer at me as being unpolished, because I have but little skill in getting up an entertainment, and do not give my cook higher wages than my steward. I admit it, for I learnt from my father that vain indulgences belong to women, and work to men. Let the nobility, if they wish, pursue the pleasures which are so dear to them; let them devote themselves to licentiousness and luxury; let them pass their lives in revelry and feasting, the slaves of gluttony and debauchery. But let them leave the toil and dust of the field to us, to whom such things are better than banquets”.

Here, indeed, was the spirit of the Gracchi again, and the People cheered the familiar sentiments to the echo; nor was it long before Marius was given his heart’s desire—the supreme command against Jugurtha. He then took a step which was so revolutionary that even his supporters must have been startled by it. Regular Roman troops could not be spared from their many duties to act as reinforcements for the African campaign, and Marius therefore enlisted the Latins from all over Italy, who had never before been allowed to serve in the proud and exclusive legions of Rome, and with them he enrolled as many suitable men from the rabble of the city as he could find, although, until then, the lowest classes had, likewise, been contemptuously debarred from regular military service. This was the beginning of the vast and heterogeneous Roman army of the future, in which the legions were recruited from all over the world; but the innovation must have been regarded with horror by the conservatives who doubtless thought that it would lower the whole tone of the forces. Marius, however, soon licked his recruits into shape, and his experiment was fully justified by their subsequent behavior in battle.

By the time that he arrived back in Africa with authority to take over the supreme command, the enemy’s resistance was broken, and it was not long before Jugurtha was in flight. Metellus, of course, was cut to the quick at being deprived of the final glory, and, refusing to meet Marius, went home to Rome, where the Senate saw to it that he received the honors which were his due, whether the People liked it or not. Marius, meanwhile, was left to catch the elusive Numidian monarch, a task which was well nigh impossible. Jugurtha, however, sealed his own fate in the following year, 106 BC, by placing himself under the protection of his father-in-law, King Bocchus of Mauretania, who secretly opened negotiations with the Romans for his surrender.

At this point a new character makes a dramatic appearance in the pages of Roman history, in the person of Lucius Cornelius Sulla, the most extraordinary figure of that age. He was at this time a yellow-haired young man of thirty who had been taken up by Marius, and had been given the position of his quaestor, or lieutenant. The choice was curious, for he was an aristocrat by birth and a scholar by nature, whereas his chief was a man of little education; but Marius was no doubt attracted by Sulla’s strong character, and his notorious ability to make himself pleasant and polite when it served his dark purpose. He was remarkably daring, and both his bravery and his cunning were displayed in the incident which introduces him to history.

King Bocchus did not wish to incur the odium of handing Jugurtha over as a prisoner, and Sulla therefore obtained the permission of Marius to go with a small force to the Mauretanian capital and personally made the arrest, in doing which, however, he had to place his life in the hands of a man even more treacherous than he was himself. Bocchus proved to be undecided as to what to do, and it was only after protracted conversations that Sulla's exceptional diplomatic ability obtained him his host's permission to kidnap Jugurtha and make off with him in such a way that the honor of Bocchus would not be too deeply stained. Thus the Numidian King was captured, and sent in chains to Rome. But just as Marius had taken from Metellus the victor’s crown, so now Sulla arrogated to himself the honor of thus ending the war; and it was on this account that that deadly enmity between the two men developed which ultimately caused the wholesale slaughter whereat Rome was trembling at the time of Antony's birth.

The year 105 BC was spent by Marius in Africa, winding up Numidian affairs; but meanwhile the fatherland was threatened by a menace from the north more terrible than any yet experienced by the Republic. A vast horde of barbarians of mixed Celtic and Teutonic stock, migrating from Germany, had marched southwards with their women and children in search of new lands, and had carried all before them. In October, 105 BC, an army sent to check their incursion into Roman territory was cut to pieces; and thereafter all eyes were turned to Marius and to the army which he was bringing back from Africa. While he was still on his way he was elected Consul again for the year 104 BC, and on his arrival in Rome he was accorded a Triumph, the chief feature in the procession being the captive king Jugurtha who had been dressed up for the occasion in all his finery, but whose deportment was spectacular in an unexpected sense, owing to the fact that his brutal treatment in prison had sent him off his head.

At the end of the day's festivities the wretched man’s royal robes were dragged from his back, and in the struggle to get possession of the single gold ring which, in African style, he wore in the tip of one ear, his gaolers tore off a piece of the flesh. He was then lowered, naked and bleeding, into the Tullian dungeon-pit, beneath the Capitol, and as he fell into the damp slime at the bottom he was heard to utter a blood-curdling laugh and to exclaim “O God, how cold your bath is!” He was left there to shiver and starve to death, but it was six days before his demented sufferings were ended by a gaoler who went down into the pit and strangled him. The case is typical of the savagery of Rome’s traditional treatment of foreign enemies.

To everybody's immense relief the victorious hordes from the north did not march on Italy, but wandered off towards Spain; yet so great was Rome's dread of them that Marius was elected Consul again for the third time in 103 BC, and for the fourth time in 102 BC. In the latter year, however, the invaders began to move once more towards Italy in two bodies; and thereat Marius marched out against them at the head of an army which he had trained into a perfect machine. The first battle was fought near Aix: the tall, blonde Teutons, wearing heavy metal helmets, came on, linked hand in hand, in dense masses; but Marius out-maneuvered them, and annihilated them and afterwards their women and children. In the following year, being made Consul for the fifth time, he attacked the other body of the invaders in northern Italy with a like result, but when the men had been slaughtered the women took up the fight amongst the baggage-wagons, and those who did not fall before the Roman swords brained their children and hanged themselves with their own plaited yellow hair.

When Marius came back to Rome he was hailed almost as a god, and the adoration of the lower classes for him was all the more extreme because, in spite of his aristocratic marriage, he was one of themselves, a true son of the People. The nobility, however, attempted to counteract this popularity by paying high honors to Sulla, who had greatly distinguished himself in these campaigns, and who, being a patrician by birth and inclination, had thrown in his lot with the Senate in its rivalry with the Comitia. Sulla, fastidious, intellectual, and licentious, detested the rough and ignorant mob from which Marius derived his chief support, and gradually, with deep cunning, he undermined his rival's prestige, the process being aided by the fact that Marius, who was really a very simple man, allowed himself to become a tool in the hands of the most selfish elements in his party. Once more Rome was divided into two hostile camps—that of the nobles or conservatives, acting through the Senate, and that of the People or democrats, acting through the Comitia.

Marius managed, not without difficulty, to be elected Consul for the sixth time for the year 100 BC; but his age, and the fact that in these days he was drinking somewhat heavily, had caused him to lose his grip, and he was unable to control the actions of his two chief supporters, Saturninus, a violent and sinister ruffian who nursed a personal grievance against the Senate, and Glaucia, a tub-thumping demagogue, famous for his vulgar wit. These two men induced Marius to push forward a programme of popular reforms much like that for which the Gracchi had stood; and when Metellus, since the days of the war against Jugurtha the bitter enemy of Marius, had refused to be a party to the Senate’s enforced approval of the measures, he was driven into exile. Riots and murders, the outcome of class-hatred, now began to occur in Rome with startling frequency; senatorial politicians were beaten or stoned to death in the streets by angry mobs who would no longer listen to their former hero's orders; and at last the younger members of the patrician party banded themselves together to defend their class by force against the unruly Proletariat.

Marius, who had now grown corpulent and unwieldy, was bewildered by these events; and from under his shaggy eyebrows he stared about him like an angry bull perplexed by its tormentors. At length in 99 BC Saturninus passed completely out of control, and, at the head of an excited mob, seized the Capitol, it being his intention, so it was said, to overthrow the Republic and make himself sole ruler of the state. Too late Marius realized his intentions, and repudiated him: the leadership was taken out of his hands, and “a mob of gentlemen”, quietly instigated by Sulla, pelted Saturninus and his men to death with tiles snatched front the roofs of the out-buildings, after which they caught and killed Glaucia also.

The reputation of Marius was ruined by the incident, and therewith he passed into a temporary obscurity which was only lightened for him by a superstitious conviction that the stars had promised him a seventh Consulate before he died. Unable to bear his present humiliation, and exasperated to hear that the Senate had exercised its recovered authority by ordering Metellus back from exile, he set out on a tour of Greece and Asia Minor, ostensibly to fulfill a vow he had made to Cybele, the great Asiatic mother-goddess, but actually to study the lie of the land in anticipation of an expected rising there against Rome. Plutarch, indeed, thinks that he was prepared to foment trouble and bring the incipient insurrection to a head, in the hope that the danger would lead to his destined seventh Consulship, and that he would regain his lost popularity by commanding the Roman army which would be sent out against the rebels; but this, perhaps, is to credit the fallen hero with a cunning of which his artless nature seems to me to have been incapable.

In Rome during the next few years the aristocratic party was in control of the situation, and when Marius returned from his tour he found himself almost ignored, and retired to his villa on the Bay of Naples, that same house which had formerly belonged to Cornelia, the mother of the Gracchi, and which his patrician wife had enlarged and beautified. There he mooned about in surroundings too sumptuous for his simple mind to appreciate, and became gouty and heavy through too much drinking and too little exercise. But suddenly in 90 BC the outbreak of an insurrection in Italy itself called him back into public notice. The various peoples of the Italian peninsula, not being Roman and knowing no way of protecting themselves from the arrogance of those who were, leagued themselves together to destroy Rome and establish a new republic. The menace to the city was so great that party-differences were set aside, and Marius and Sulla both found themselves in command of Roman armies during the two years of subsequent war, and both shared in the final victory, though the greater honor went to the dashing Sulla, Marius being regarded as somewhat too slow. But it was a terrible blow to Marius when Sulla was elected Consul for 88 BC.

No sooner was the war over than the expected rebellion in Asia Minor took place, but on a scale and with a ferocity which was wholly unlocked for. The Roman governor Aquillius was taken prisoner by the rebels, and, in revenge for the greed for money which he had shown, was horribly put to death by the pouring of molten gold into his mouth; and on the same day no less than eighty thousand Roman residents in the country were massacred.

When the news reached Italy in 88 BC, Marius hastened to Rome, feeling that at last his great chance had come. He had studied the lands through which the Romans would have to march; his plan of campaign was already settled in his mind; and he saw himself once more elected Consul and Commander-in-Chief. He was nearly seventy years of age; but in order to create an impression of energy he went each day to the Campus Martius, and there exercised himself with the young men on the public athletic grounds and riding-track. Puffing and panting, and once or twice nearly fainting from his exertions, he bravely struggled to overcome the weight of his years, so that the Comitia should give him the longed-for command; and at last, to his great joy, he succeeded in bribing Sulpicius, a Tribune of the People for that year, to secure his appointment.

Sulla at that time was still with the legions which he had commanded during the Italian war, encamped at Nola in Campania; and, coming to Rome to try to have the appointment of Marius rescinded in his own favor by the Senate, he was set upon by Sulpicius and driven again from the city. Marius then sent him a peremptory order to hand over his troops; but this he refused to do, and boldly marched on Rome at their head. The aristocratic party gave him their support; and after scenes of dreadful violence, Sulpicius was killed, and Marius, almost broken­hearted at the shattering of his dreams, was forced to fly for his life with a price upon his head.

With the help of friends he was able to charter a ship at Ostia, the port of Rome, and put to sea; but a storm so nearly wrecked the vessel and caused the fugitive such miseries of sea­sickness that the dangers to be feared on land were forgotten, and the ship was beached near Circeium (Circello), about half way between Rome and Naples. Going ashore, Marius hid himself in a wood, where he passed a night of great discomfort, and next day he and his friends wandered along the beach without hope or plan. After a while, however, they saw, to their dismay, a troop of cavalry coming towards them, and thereat they plunged into the sea and swam towards two ships which happened to be passing by. Marius was too fat and too exhausted to make much progress through the water, but he was helped by his companions, and at last, half-drowned, was taken aboard one of the vessels, and was conveyed to the mouth of the river Liris (the Garigliano) a day’s sail to the south, where the crew set him ashore and went their way.

For some time he sat disconsolately on the sand, but at length he made his way inland, floundering through marshland and splashing across ditches full of water, until he came to the hut of a peasant, who good-naturedly hid him in a pit and covered its mouth with reeds. A little later, however, some soldiers who were scouring the country in search of him arrived at the hut, whereat Marius, thinking the man would reveal his hiding place, crawled out of the pit, and divesting himself of his clothes, ran down to a neighboring pond, where he attempted to conceal himself in the cold and muddy water, only his head remaining above the surface. The soldiers, however, found him, and dragged him out, shivering, naked, and covered with mud, and took him to the nearest village, where the inhabitants, not knowing what to do with him, decided to lock him up for the night. As he was being taken into the building where he was to be lodged, a donkey ran towards him, brayed loudly, and, kicking up its heels in apparent pleasure, ran off to drink at a trough nearby. Marius took this to be a sign from heaven that he should escape by water; and, somewhat comforted, he lay down and soon fell into an exhausted sleep.

He was awakened by the opening of the door, and, starting up, saw a soldier, sword in hand, coming towards him. The man, who was a German—one of the prisoners captured by Marius a dozen years before, and subsequently released—had been sent by the village council to put him to death, that course of action having been decided upon at their meeting; but when he saw the eyes of the old general glaring at him out of the semi-darkness, and heard his slow and awe-inspiring voice cry out, “Fellow, do you dare to kill Caius Marius?”, he flung down his sword and rushed from the house. At this the villagers, standing outside, once more changed their minds, and decided to help him to escape. They therefore entered the room in a body, and, taking the panting old man by the hands, ran him down to the sea, and bundled him aboard a ship.

Landing by chance on the island of Enaria (Ischia) he there came upon the rest of his company who had escaped in the second of the two vessels to which they had swum out, as recorded above; and all together they sailed for Sicily. Here, however, on landing near Eryx (S. Guiliano), on the north-west coast, they were attacked by a Roman officer and his men, who killed most of them; but Marius made good his escape to the ship, and got away. Thence they steered their course to the colony founded by Caius Gracchus on the site of Carthage, where they went ashore in the hope that the colonists, who owed the existence of their settlement to the party of the People, might take pity on them; but they were met by an officer of the governor, who ordered them, whoever they might be, to leave his shores immediately. At this Marius seating himself upon a block of stone which had once been part of a busy wharf in the city that was no more, said to the officer, “Go and tell the governor that you have seen Caius Marius sitting in exile amidst the ruins of Carthage”

As chance would have it, news had just arrived from Rome which changed the whole fortune of the fugitives. Sulla had gone to Asia Minor at the head of the Roman army to suppress the rebellion there; but on his departure the fight between the aristocracy and the People had once more broken out, and Cinna, one of the Consuls for that year, who belonged to the popular party, had been driven from the city by his aristocratic colleague, but had collected a large fighting force in Italy and was preparing to march back on Rome, giving out openly that if Marius were still alive and would come to him, he would gladly receive him.

The arrival of Marius at Carthage was therefore hailed with enthusiasm by the many refugees and outlaws from Rome who had fled to the African coast at the time of Sulla’s triumph; and a few weeks later he sailed for Italy at the head of a rabble of no less than a thousand persons, to join Cinna. They found him already victoriously approaching the city, and soon Marius and the Consul were encamped with their army on the Janiculum hill, close to the spot where Caius Gracchus had met his death. The Senate sent messengers to them to beg them to enter the city in peace and to spare the citizens; but the stem and wild aspect of Marius, who, as a token of mourning, had not cut or combed his hair nor shaved his face since his exile, gave little promise that he would forego his revenge.

Cinna then marched into the city with his troops, but Marius remained at the gates, proudly refusing to enter until the death-sentence upon him had been rescinded by public vote. A meeting of the Comitia was therefore called to pass this motion; but it seems that the voting was not unanimous, for, in a blaze of anger, Marius impatiently entered the city surrounded by his armed guard, to whom he gave a savage order that they should kill at sight any man whom he should point out to them as one of his enemies. As a result of this order the streets along which he made his way were soon dotted with little groups of horrified townspeople clustered around the bodies of the unfortunate persons who had been cut down by the passing soldiers; and presently the frightened senators and men of importance began here and there to hasten forward to kiss his hand so that they might save their skins by pretending to be rejoiced at his return. A certain senator named Ancharius, however, on running up to him with unctuous smiles and exclamations of pleasure was received with a stony stare, whereupon the guards immediately killed him; and after this every personage of the kind who was not greeted in return by Marius was immediately butchered, with the result that his real well-wishers were terrified of the consequences either of coming forward or of holding back.

During the next few days his old enemies were hunted down in all directions, and slaughtered. One man, a certain Cornutus, was saved by his slaves who secured the body of one of the slain and passed it on as that of their master. Cnaeus Octavius, and Cornelius Merula, both of whom had been Consuls, were amongst those who met their deaths, the former being murdered, and the latter cheating his pursuers by cutting the veins of his wrists and dying with curses against the democrats upon his lips. But the fury of Marius was not often balked; and never before had political strife brought such bloodshed or such terror into the heart of Rome.

This horrible massacre introduces into our pages for the first time the great plebeian family of the Antoni, of which Antony, the subject of this biography, born four years later, was the most famous member. His grandfather, Marcus Antonius, who was born in 143 BC, had been Consul for the year 99 BC, that year so disastrous for Marius, when, owing to the uncontrolled behavior of Saturninus, the hopes of the People’s party were wrecked. This Marcus Antonius was one of the most distinguished orators of his time, and was famous both for his successful pleadings at the Bar and for the political speeches which had helped him to attain the highest honors in the State. Although of plebeian rank, his ancestry was illustrious, and his many aristocratic connections had induced him to take the side of the Senate against that of the Comitia, for which reason he had incurred the enmity of Marius. He had two sons, Marcus and Caius. The elder son, Marcus, afterwards the father of the famous Antony, had married Julia, the daughter of a celebrated patrician, Lucius Julius Caesar, and the distant cousin of that other Julia who had married Marius. Lucius Julius Caesar had been one of the important generals in the war against the Italian confederacy, and, being a friend of Sulla’s, was as obnoxious to Marius as was Marcus Antonius, the orator.

Both men were therefore condemned to death, and Lucius was quickly found and killed, together with his brother Caius Julius Caesar, another celebrated orator. Marcus Antonius, however, was successfully hidden for a few days by a certain poor man, but the secret of his whereabouts was discovered at length by a wine-merchant, who went with the news to Marius. Marius was at supper at the time, and on receiving this information gave a ferocious shout of pleasure and clapped his fat hands together, thereafter sending an officer named Annius and some soldiers to put him to death. The soldiers, however, were so touched by the voice of the orator as he pleaded for his life that they refused to dispatch him, and stood weeping around him in the little upper room where they had found him, until their officer was obliged to do the deed with his own hand. His severed head was exhibited on Marius’s dinner-table, and then with that of Lucius Julius Caesar, and those of some of the other more important victims, was stuck up on the Rostra in the Forum—the curious custom of placing the heads of political enemies on the platform from which other politicians made their speeches having been introduced by Sulla at the time of the disturbances which resulted in the exile of Marius.

Towards the end of the year news, which later proved to be untrue, was brought to Rome that Sulla was marching home at the head of his victorious army; and since his coming would mean that the aristocracy would take its revenge upon the People, the latter party decided to elect Marius as Consul for the new year, 86 BC, and to give him power to defend the Proletariat. Marius, however, knew that the pitiless Sulla and his troops would make short work of him, and he fell into the deepest despondency, protesting in tones of anguish that he was too old to bear these new anxieties, and that he could never again face the horrors of exile. Sleep forsook him, or, if he did sleep, he was terrified by frightful dreams; yet he was afraid to lie awake at nights, and therefore drank himself into a dazed condition every evening.

In the second week in January, after the seventh consulship promised to him by the astrologers had been his for but ten days, he caught a chill which rapidly turned to pneumonia. In his delirium he fancied that his dearest wish had been attained, and that he was in command of the Roman forces in Asia Minor. Leaping from his bed, he shouted orders to the soldiers of his fevered imagination, and hurled defiance at the phantom army of the enemy, throwing his heavy body into heroic postures, and glaring about the room, brandishing a sword which none but himself could see. On the seventh day of his illness he died.

But Sulla, detained by the war, did not yet come back, and for three years Cinna was the ruler of Rome, the People's party having complete control of the situation. Then in 84 BC came a ferocious letter from Sulla saying that he was returning, victorious, to the capital, and that he would punish all those who had not been loyal to him. At this Cinna gathered an army and went out to do battle with him; but his soldiers refused to fight their own countrymen, and in the mutiny Cinna, was murdered.

The reins of government were then taken up by two other leaders of the People, Carbo and Marius the Younger, the son of the old general. Sulla landed in Italy in 83 BC; and at just about the time that he did so, when the fate of the Republic was hanging in the balance, and the two parties—the republicans or conservatives and the democrats—were at daggers drawn, the young Julia, daughter of the murdered Lucius Julius Caesar, and wife of Marcus Antonius, the son of the murdered orator, gave birth to a male child, who received the family name of Marcus Antonius, and is known to us more familiarly as Marc Antony.

CHAPTER III

The Infancy of Antony, during the Rule of Sulla

83-78 BC.