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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text><body><div n="urn:cts:latinLit:phi0914.phi001.perseus-eng3" type="edition" xml:lang="eng"><div n="9" subtype="book" type="textpart"><div n="6" subtype="chapter" type="textpart"><div n="8" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> But all the courtesies and kindly looks and cheerful greetings of their
							allies were powerless to evoke a single word or even to make them lift
							up their eyes and look in the face the friends who were trying to
							comfort them. </p></div><div n="9" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> To such an extent did feelings of shame make their gloom and </p></div><div n="10" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> despondency all the heavier, and constrain them to shun the converse and
							society of men. </p></div><div n="11" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p>The next day some young nobles were commissioned to escort them to the
							frontier. On their return they were summoned to the Senate-house, and in
							answer to inquiries on the part of the older senators they reported that
							they seemed to be much more gloomy and depressed than the day before;
						</p></div><div n="12" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> the column moved along so silently that they might have been dumb; the
							Roman mettle was cowed; they had lost their spirit with their arms; they
							saluted no man, nor did they return any man's salutation; not a single
							man had the power to open his mouth for fear of what was coming; their
							necks were bowed as if they were still beneath the yoke. </p></div><div n="13" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> The Samnites had won not only a glorious victory but a lasting one; they
							had not only captured Rome as the Gauls had done before them, but, what
							was a still more warlike exploit, they had captured the Roman courage
							and hardihood. </p></div></div><div n="7" subtype="chapter" type="textpart"><div n="1" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p>While this report was being made and listened to with the greatest
							attention, and the name and greatness of Rome were being mourned over
						</p></div><div n="2" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> as though lost for ever, in the council of her faithful allies, Ofillius
							Calavius, the son of Ovus, addressed the senators. He was a man of high
							birth and with a distinguished career and now venerable for his age.
						</p></div><div n="3" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> He is reported to have said: “The truth is far otherwise. That
							stubborn silence, those eyes fixed on the ground, those ears deaf to all
							consolation, that shame - faced shrinking from the light, are all
							indications of a terrible resentment fermenting in their hearts which
							will break out in vengeance. </p></div><div n="4" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> Either I know nothing of the Roman character or that silence will soon
							call forth amongst the Samnites cries of distress and groans of anguish.
						</p></div><div n="5" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> The memory of the capitulation of Caudium will be much more bitter to
							the Samnites than to the Romans. Whenever and wherever they meet each
							side will be animated by its own courage and the Samnites will not find
							the Caudine Forks everywhere.” </p></div><div n="6" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p>Rome<note anchored="true" type="sum" resp="ed" place="unspecified">The
								Reception in Rome.</note> was now aware of its disaster. The first
							information they received was that the army was blockaded, then came the
							more gloomy news of the ignominious capitulation. </p></div><div n="7" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> Immediately on receiving the first intelligence of the blockade they
							began to levy troops, but when they heard that the army had surrendered
							in such a disgraceful way, the preparations for relieving them were
							abandoned, and without waiting for any formal order the whole City
							presented the aspect of public mourning. </p></div><div n="8" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> The booths round the Forum were shut up; all public business in the
							Forum ceased spontaneously before the proclamation closing it was made;
							the senators laid aside their purple striped tunics and gold rings; the
							gloom amongst the citizens was almost greater than that in the army.
						</p></div><div n="9" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> Their indignation was not confined to the generals or the officers who
							had made the convention, even the innocent soldiers were the objects of
							resentment, they said they would not admit them into the City. </p></div><div n="10" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> But this angry temper was dispelled by the arrival of the troops; their
							wretched appearance awoke commiseration amongst the most resentful. </p></div></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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