Erat in eadem epistula ‘veternus civitatis.’ gaudebam sane et congelasse nostrum amicum laetabar otio. extrema pagella pupugit me tuo chirographo. quid ais? Caesarem nunc3 defendit Curio? qui<s> hoc putaret, praeter me? nam, ita vivam, putavi. di immortales, quam ego risum nostrum desidero!4
Mihi erat in animo, quoniam iuris dictionem confe<ce>ram, civitates locupletaram, publicanis etiam superioris lustri reliqua sine sociorum ulla querela conservaram, privatis, summis infimis, fueram iucundus, proficisci in Ciliciam Non. Mai. et, cum primum aestiva attigissem militemque collocassem, decedere ex senatus consulto. cupio te aedilem videre miroque desiderio me urbs adficit et omnes mei tuque in primis.
Scr. Romae in. m. Iun. an. 50
CAELIUS CICERONI S.1
Gratulor tibi adfinitate<m>1 viri me dius fidius optimi; nam hoc ego de illo existimo. cetera porro, quibus adhuc ille sibi parum utilis fuit, et aetate iam sunt decussa et consuetudine atque auctoritate tua, pudore Tulliae, si qua restabunt, confido celeriter sublatum iri. non est enim
In the same letter you speak of a ‘community coma.’ Well, I was glad of it. It was good news that inactivity had cooled our friend to freezing point. The last little page in your own hand gave me quite a jolt. You don’t say so! Curio now standing up for Caesar? Who would have thought it?—except me! For upon my soul, I did think it. Powers above, how I should enjoy a laugh with you!
I have completed the assizes, put money into the communal treasuries, assured the tax farmers of their arrears even for the previous quinquennium without a word of complaint from the provincials, and made myself pleasant to private individuals from the highest to the lowest. So I propose to set out for Cilicia on the Nones of May. Then, as soon as I have touched the fringe of a summer campaign and settled the troops in their stations, I intend to vacate the province in conformity with the Senate’s decree. I am anxious to see you in office and feel a marvellous longing for Rome and for all my folk, you especially.
Rome, early June 50
From Caelius to Cicero greetings.
I congratulate you on the connection you are forming with a very fine fellow,1 for that, upon my word, is what I think him. In some respects he has done himself poor service in the past, but he has already shaken off these failings with the years and, if any traces remain, I feel sure that your association and influence and Tullia’s modest ways will soon remove them. He is not recalcitrant in bad