<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0007.tlg023.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0007.tlg023.perseus-eng2" n="3"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0007.tlg023.perseus-eng2:3" n="1"><p>I cannot, indeed, applaud the death of either of them, nay, I am distressed and indignant at their unreasonableness in the final disaster. And I admire Hannibal because, in battles so numerous that one would weary of counting them, he was not even wounded. I am delighted, too, with Chrysantes, in the <q type="tit;e">Cyropaedeia,</q><note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true"><bibl n="Xen. Cyrop. 4.1.3">Xenophon, <title>Cyrop.</title> iv. 1, 3.</bibl></note> who, though his blade was lifted on high and he was about to smite an enemy, when the trumpet sounded a retreat, let his man go, and retired with all gentleness and decorum.</p></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>