But who says that the estate of Varro at Casinum was ever sold at all? who ever saw any notice of that auction?  Who ever heard the voice of the auctioneer?  You say that you sent a man to Alexandria to buy it of Caesar.  It was too long to wait for Caesar himself to come!  But whoever heard (and there was no man about whose safety more people were anxious) that any part whatever of Varro’s property had been confiscated?  What? what shall we say if Caesar even wrote you that you were to give it up?  What can be said strong enough for such enormous impudence?  Remove for a while those swords which we see around us.  You shall now see that the cause of Caesar’s auctions is one thing, and that of your confidence and rashness is another.  For not only shall the owner drive you from that estate, but any one of his friends, or neighbours, or hereditary connexions, and any agent, will have the right to do so.

XLI.  But how many days did he spend revelling in the most scandalous manner in that villa!  From the third hour there was one scene of drinking, gambling, and vomiting.  Alas for the unhappy house itself! how different a master from its former one has it fallen to the share of!  Although, how is he the master at all? but still by how different a person has it been occupied!  For Marcus Varro used it as a place of retirement for his studies, not as a theatre for his lusts.  What noble discussions used to take place in that villa! what ideas were originated there! what writings were composed there!  The laws of the Roman people, the memorials of our ancestors, the consideration of all wisdom, and all learning, were the topics that used to be dwelt on then;—­but now, while you were the intruder there, (for I will not call you the master,) every place was resounding with the voices of drunken men; the pavements were floating with wine; the walls were dripping; nobly-born boys were mixing with the basest hirelings; prostitutes with mothers of families.  Men came from Casinum, from Aquinum, from Interamna to salute him.  No one was admitted.  That, indeed, was proper.  For the ordinary marks of respect were unsuited to the most profligate of men.  When going from thence to Rome he approached Aquinum, a pretty numerous company (for it is a populous municipality) came out to meet him.  But he was carried through the town in a covered litter, as if he had been dead.  The people of Aquinum acted foolishly, no doubt; but still they were in his road.  What did the people of Anagnia do? who, although they were out of his line of road, came down to meet him, in order to pay him their respects, as if he were consul.  It is an incredible thing to say, but still it was only too notorious at the time, that he returned nobody’s salutation; especially as he had two men of Anagnia with him, Mustela and Laco; one of whom had the care of his swords, and the other of his drinking cups.