They traveled together in their separate
litters, overwhelmed with sorrow; and often stopping on the way
till their litters came together, condoled with one another. But
Quintus was the more disheartened, when he reflected on his want
of means for his journey; for, as he said, he had brought nothing
with him from home. And even Cicero himself had but a slender
provision. It was judged therefore most expedient that Cicero
should make what haste he could to fly, and Quintus return home to
provide necessaries, and thus resolved, they mutually embraced,
and parted with many tears.
Quintus, within a few days after, was betrayed by his servants to
those who came to search for him, and slain, together with his
young son. But Cicero was carried to Astura, where, finding a
vessel, he immediately went on board of her, and sailed as far as
Circaeum with a prosperous gale; but when the pilots resolved
immediately to set sail from there, whether he feared the sea, or
did not wholly lose faith in Caesar, he went on shore, and passed
by land a hundred furlongs, as if he was going to Rome. But losing
resolution and changing his mind, he again returned to the sea,
and there spent the night in fear and perplexity.
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