Non te illius unguentorum odor, non vini anhelitus, non frons calamistri notata vestigiis, in eam cogitationem adducebat, ut, cum illius re similis fuisses, frontis tibi integimento ad occultanda tanta flagitia diutius uti non liceret? Cum hoc tu coire ausus es, ut consularem dignitatem, ut rei publicae statum, ut senatus auctoritatem, ut civis optime meriti fortunas provinciarum foedere addiceres?
Did the perfume of his unguents, the vinous reeking of his breath, the brand of the curling-iron upon his brow, never suggest to you the thought that your actual resemblance to him in character would make it impossible for you any longer to avail yourself of any covering for your own browb in order to dissemble your heinous wickedness? Did you dare to co-operate with him to barter away, by means of an agreement concerning the assignation of provinces, the dignity of a consul, the security of the state, the authority of the senate, and the property of a benefactor of his country?
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