138-78 B.C. page 17
Here the gods fulfilled Sylla's dream. For the
soldiers, stirred up with anger, left off their work, and sticking
their javelins into the bank, with drawn swords and a courageous
shout, came to blows with the enemy, who made but small resistance,
and lost great numbers in the flight. Marius fled to Praeneste, but
finding the gates shut, tied himself round by a rope that was thrown
down to him, and was taken up on the walls. Some there are (as
Fenestella for one) who affirm that Marius knew nothing of the
fight, but, overwatched and spent with hard duty, had reposed himself,
when the signal was given, beneath some shade, and was hardly to be
awakened at the flight of his men. Sylla, according to his own
account, lost only twenty-three men in this fight, having killed of
the enemy twenty thousand, and taken alive eight thousand.
The like success attended his lieutenants, Pompey, Crassus,
Metellus, Servilius, who with little or no loss cut off vast numbers
of the enemy, insomuch that Carbo, the prime supporter of the cause,
fled by night from his charge of the army, and sailed over into Libya.
In the last struggle, however, the Samnite Telesinus, like some
champion, whose lot it is to enter last of all into the lists and take
up the wearied conqueror, came nigh to have foiled and overthrown
Sylla before the gates of Rome. For Telesinus with his second,
Lamponius the Lucanian, having collected a large force, had been
hastening towards Praeneste, to relieve Marius from the siege; but
perceiving Sylla ahead of him, and Pompey behind, both hurrying up
against him, straitened thus before and behind, as a valiant and
experienced soldier, he arose by night, and marching directly with his
whole army, was within a little of making his way unexpectedly into
Rome itself.
He lay that night before the city, at ten furlongs'
distance from the Colline gate, elated and full of hope at having thus
out-generalled so many eminent commanders. At break of day, being
charged by the noble youth of the city, among many others he overthrew
Appius Claudius, renowned for high birth and character.
The city, as
is easy to imagine, was all in an uproar, the women shrieking and
running about, as if it had already been entered forcibly by
assault, till at last Balbus, sent forward by Sylla, was seen riding
up with seven hundred horse at full speed. Halting only long enough to
wipe the sweat from the horses, and then hastily bridling again, he at
once attacked the enemy.
Presently Sylla himself appeared, and
commanding those who were foremost to take immediate refreshment,
proceeded to form in order for battle. Dolabella and Torquatus were
extremely earnest with him to desist awhile, and not with spent forces
to hazard the last hope, having before them in the field, not Carbo or
Marius, but two warlike nations bearing immortal hatred to Rome, the
Samnites and Lucanians, to grapple with.
But he put them by, and
commanded the trumpets to sound a charge, when it was now about four
o'clock in the afternoon. In the conflict which followed, as sharp a
one as ever was, the right wing where Crassus was posted had clearly
the advantage; the left suffered and was in distress, when Sylla
came to its succour, mounted on a white courser, full of mettle and
exceedingly swift, which two of the enemy knowing him by, had their
lances ready to throw at him; he himself observed nothing, but his
attendant behind him giving the horse a touch, he was, unknown to
himself, just so far carried forward that the points, falling beside
the horse's tail, stuck in the ground.
There is a story that he had
a small golden image of Apollo from Delphi, which he was always wont
in battle to carry about him in his bosom, and that he then kissed
it with these words, "O Apollo Pythius, who in so many battles hast
raised to honour and greatness the Fortunate Cornelius Sylla, wilt
thou now cast him down, bringing him before the gate of his country,
to perish shamefully with his fellow-citizens?"
Thus, they say,
addressing himself to the god, he entreated some of his men,
threatened some, and seized others with his hand, till at length the
left wing being wholly shattered, he was forced, in the general
rout, to betake himself to the camp, having lost many of his friends
and acquaintance. Many, likewise, of the city spectators, who had come
out, were killed or trodden under foot. So that it was generally
believed in the city that all was lost, and the siege of Praeneste was
all but raised; many fugitives from the battle making their way
thither, and urging Lucretius Ofella, who was appointed to keep on the
siege, to rise in all haste, for that Sylla had perished, and Rome
fallen into the hands of the enemy.
About midnight there came into Sylla's camp messengers from Crassus,
to fetch provision for him and his soldiers; for having vanquished the
enemy, they had pursued him to the walls of Antemna, and had sat
down there.
Sylla, hearing this, and that most of the enemy was
destroyed, came to Antemna by break of day, where three thousand of
the besieged having sent forth a herald, he promised to receive them
to mercy, on condition they did the enemy mischief in their coming
over. Trusting to his word, they fell foul on the rest of their
companions, and made a great slaughter one of another.
Nevertheless,
Sylla gathered together in the circus, as well these as other
survivors of the party, to the number of six thousand, and just as
he commenced speaking to the senate, in the temple of Bellona,
proceeded to cut them down, by men appointed for that service.
The cry
of so vast a multitude put to the sword, in so narrow a space, was
naturally heard some distance, and startled the senators. He, however,
continuing his speech with a calm and unconcerned countenance, bade
them listen to what he had to say, and not busy themselves with what
was doing out of doors; he had given directions for the chastisement
of some offenders. This gave the most stupid of the Romans to
understand that they had merely exchanged, not escaped, tyranny.