What then am I to
 say? I must not speak in the same manner on them all; because the first topic indeed
 belongs to my duty, but the two others the Roman people have imposed on you. I must efface
 the accusations; you ought both to resist the audacity, and at the earliest possible
 opportunity to extinguish and put down the pernicious and intolerable influence of men of
 that sort. Sextus Roscius is accused of having murdered
 his father. O ye immortal gods! a wicked and nefarious action, in which one crime every
 sort of wickedness appears to be contained. In truth, if, as is well said by wise men,
 affection is often injured by a look, what sufficiently severe punishment can be devised
 against him who has inflicted death on his parent, for whom all divine and human laws
 bound him to be willing to die himself, if occasion required? In the case of so enormous, so atrocious, so singular a crime, as this
 one which has been committed so rarely, that, if it is ever heard of, it is accounted like
 a portent and prodigy—what arguments do you think, O Caius Erucius, you as the accuser
 ought to use? Ought you not to prove the singular audacity of him who is accused of it?
 and his savage manners, and brutal nature, and his life devoted to every sort of vice and
 crime, his whole character, in short, given up to profligacy and abandoned? None of which
 things have you alleged against Sextus Roscius, not even for the sake of making the
 imputation. Sextus Roscius has murdered his father. What sort of man is he? is he a young man,
 corrupted, and led on by worthless men? He is more than forty years old. Is he forsooth an
 old assassin, a bold man, and one well practised in murder? You have not heard this so
 much as mentioned by the accuser. To be sure; then, luxury, and the magnitude of his
 debts, and the ungovernable desires of his disposition, have urged the man to this
 wickedness? Erucius acquitted him of luxury, when he said that he was scarcely ever
 present at any banquet. But he never owed anything Further what evil desires could exist
 in that man who as his accuser himself objected to him has always lived in the country and
 spent his time in cultivating his land, a mode of life which is utterly removed from
 covetousness, and inseparably allied to virtue? What
 was it then which inspired Sextus Roscius with such madness as that? Oh, says he, he did
 not please his father. He did not please his father? For what reason? for it must have
 been both a just and an important and a notorious reason. For as this is incredible, that
 death should be inflicted on a father by a son, without many and most weighty reasons; so
 this, too, is not probable, that a son should be hated by his father, without many and
 important and necessary causes.