Meanwhile in Otho’s camp there was no longer any doubt of the 36 soldiers’ unanimity.  Such was their enthusiasm that they were not content with carrying Otho shoulder-high in procession; they placed him among the standards on the platform, where shortly before a gilt statue of Galba had stood, and made a ring round him with their colours.[61] Tribunes and centurions were allowed no approach:  the common soldiers even called out, ‘Beware of the officers.’  The whole camp resounded with confused shouts of mutual encouragement.  It was quite unlike the wavering and spiritless flattery of a civil mob.  As new adherents streamed in, directly a soldier caught sight of one of them, he grasped him by the hand, flung his arms round him, kept him at his side, and dictated the oath of allegiance.  Some commended their general to his soldiers, and some the soldiers to their general.  Otho, for his part, was not slow to greet the crowd with outstretched hand and throw kisses to them.  In every way he played the slave to gain a throne.  When the whole legion of the marines had sworn allegiance, he gained confidence in his strength, and, considering that those whom he had incited individually needed a few words of general encouragement, he stood out on the rampart and began as follows:—­’In what guise 37 I come forward to address you, Fellow Soldiers, I cannot tell.  Dubbed emperor by you, I dare not call myself a private citizen:  yet “emperor” I cannot say with another on the throne.  And what am I to call you?  That too will remain in doubt until it is decided whether you have here in your camp an enemy or an emperor of Rome.  You hear how they clamour at once for my death and your punishment.  So clear is it that we must fall or stand together.  Doubtless Galba—­such is his clemency—­has already promised our destruction.  Is he not the man who without the least excuse butchered thousands of utterly innocent soldiers?[62] I shudder whenever I recall his ghastly entry into the city, when before the face of Rome he ordered the decimation of the troops whom at their humble petition he had taken under his protection.  That is Galba’s only “victory”.  These were the auspices under which he made his entry; and what glory has he brought to the throne he occupies, save the murder of Obultronius Sabinus and Cornelius Marcellus in Spain, of Betuus Cilo in Gaul, of Fonteius Capito in Germany, of Clodius Macer in Africa, of Cingonius on his march to Rome, of Turpilianus in the city, and of Nymphidius in the camp?  What province is there in the empire that has not been polluted with massacre?  He calls it “salutary correction”.  For his “remedies” are what other people call crimes:  his cruelty is disguised as “austerity”, his avarice as “economy”, while by “discipline” he means punishing and insulting you.  It is but seven months since Nero’s death, and already Icelus alone has embezzled more than all the depredations of Polyclitus and Vatinius and Aegialus[63] put together.  Why, Vinius would have been less greedy and lawless had he been emperor himself.  As it is, he treats us as his own subjects and despises us as Galba’s.  His own fortune alone could provide the largess which they daily cast in your teeth but never pay into your pocket.