Think not, O judges, that that violence and that attempt was the work of human beings; for no
 nation ever was so barbarous or so savage, as to have (I will not say so many, but even) one
 implacable enemy to his country. They were some savage and ferocious beasts, born of monsters,
 and clothed in human form. Look again and again, O judges; for there is nothing too violent to
 be said in such a cause as this. Look deeply and thoroughly into the minds of Catiline,
 Autronius, Cethegus, Lentulus, and the rest. What lusts you will find in these men, what crimes,
 what baseness, what audacity, what incredible insanity, what marks of wickedness, what traces of
 parricide, what heaps of enormous guilt! Out of the great diseases of the republic, diseases of
 long standing, which had been given over as hopeless, suddenly that violence broke out in such a
 way, that when it was put down and got rid of, the state might again be able to become
 convalescent and to be cured; for there is no one who thinks that if those pests remained in the
 republic, the Constitution could continue to exist any longer. Therefore they were some Furies
 who urged them on, not to complete their wickedness, but to atone to the republic for their
 guilt by their punishment. 
 Will you then, O judges, now turn back Publius Sulla into this band of rascals, out of that
 band of honourable men who are living and have lived as his associates? Will you transfer him
 from this body of citizens, and from the familiar dignity in which he lives with them, to the
 party of impious men, to that crew and company of parricides? What then will become of that most
 impregnable defence of modesty? in what respect will the purity of our past lives be of any use
 to us? For what time is the reward of the character which a man has gained to be reserved, if it
 is to desert him at his utmost need, and when he is engaged in a contest in which all his
 fortunes are at stake—if it is not to stand by him and help him at such a crisis as this?
 Our prosecutor threatens us with the examinations and
 torture of our slaves; and though we do not suspect that any danger can arise to us from them,
 yet pain reigns in those tortures; much depends on the nature of every one's mind, and the
 fortitude of a person's body. The inquisitor manages everything; caprice regulates much, hope
 corrupts them, fear disables them, so that, in the straits in which they are placed, there is
 but little room left for truth. 
 Is the life of Publius Sulla, then, to be put to the torture? is it to be examined to see what
 lust is concealed beneath it? whether any crime is lurking under it, or any cruelty, or any
 audacity? There will be no mistake in our cause, O judges, no obscurity, if the voice of his
 whole life, which ought to be of the very greatest weight, is listened to by you. In this cause we fear no witness; we feel sure that no one knows, or
 has ever seen, or has ever heard anything against us. But still, if the consideration of the
 fortune of Publius Sulla has no effect on you, O judges, let a regard for your own fortune weigh
 with you. For this is of the greatest importance to you who have lived in the greatest elegance
 and safety, that the causes of honourable men should not be judged of according to the caprice,
 or enmity, or worthlessness of the witnesses; but that in important investigations and sudden
 dangers, the life of every man should be the most credible witness. And do not you, O judges,
 abandon and expose it, stripped of its arms, and defenceless, to envy and suspicion. Fortify the
 common citadel of all good men, block up the ways of escape resorted to by the wicked. Let that
 witness be of the greatest weight in procuring either safety or punishment for a man, which is
 the only one that, from its own intrinsic nature, can with ease be thoroughly examined, and
 which cannot be suddenly altered and remodelled. 
What? Shall this authority, (for I must continually speak of that though I will speak of it
 with timidity and moderation,)—shall, I say, this authority of mine, when I have kept aloof from
 the cause of every one else accused of this conspiracy, and have defended Sulla alone, be of no
 service to my client? This is perhaps a bold thing to say, O judges; a bold thing, if we are
 asking for anything; a bold thing, if, when every one else is silent about us, we will not be
 silent ourselves. But if we are attacked, if we are accused, if we are sought to be rendered
 unpopular, then surely, O judges, you will allow us to retain our liberty, even if we cannot
 quite retain all our dignity.