It was not in my case, as in that of Publius Popillius, a most noble man, my young sons, or
a multitude of my relations that entreated the Roman people in my behalf; it was not in my
case, as in the case of Quintus Metellus, a most admirable and most illustrious man, a
youthful son of proved virtue who strove for me; it was not Lucius and Caius Metellus, men of
consular rank, nor their sons; nor Quintus Metellus Nepos, who was at that very moment a
candidate for the consulship, nor the Luculli or Servilii, or Scipios, sons of the Metelli,
who with tears and in mourning garments addressed their supplications to the Roman people; but
one single brother, who behaved to me with the dutiful affection of a son, who fortified me
like a parent with his counsels, and loved me like a brother (as indeed he was), by his
mourning robe and his tears and daily prayers kept alive the regret of me which existed, and
the recollection of my name and services; and while he had made up his mind, that unless by
your votes he could recover me here, he would encounter the same fortune himself, and choose
the same abode both in life and death, still he never was alarmed either at the greatness of
the business, or at his own