All the men of consular rank
 are accused at one swoop; so that the name of the most honourable office in the state appears
 now to carry with it more unpopularity than dignity. “They stood by Catiline,” 
 says he, “and praised him.” At that time there was no conspiracy known of or discovered. They
 were defending a friend. They were giving their suppliant the countenance of their presence.
 They did not think the moment of his most imminent danger a fit time to reproach him with the
 infamy of his life. Moreover, even your own father, O Torquatus, when consul, was the advocate
 of Catiline when he was prosecuted on a charge of extortion: he knew he was a bad man, but he
 was a suppliant; perhaps he was an audacious man, but he had once been his friend. And, as he
 stood by him after information of that first conspiracy had been laid before him, he showed that
 he had heard something about him, but that he had not believed it. “But he did not countenance him by his presence at the other trial, when the
 rest did.” If he himself had afterwards learnt something, of which he had been ignorant when
 consul, still we must pardon those men who had heard nothing since that time. But if the first
 accusation had weight, it ought not to have had more weight when it was old than when it was
 fresh. But if your parent, even when he was not without suspicion of danger to himself, was
 still induced by pity to do honour to the defence of a most worthless man by his curule chair,
 by his own private dignity, and by that of his office as consul, then what reason is there for
 reproaching the men of consular rank who gave Catiline the countenance of their presence? “But
 the same men did not countenance those who were tried for their accession to this conspiracy
 before Sulla.” Certainly not; they resolved that no aid, no assistance, no support ought to be
 given by them to men implicated in such wickedness. And that I may speak for a moment of their
 constancy and attachment to the republic, whose silent virtue and loyalty bears witness in
 behalf of every one of them, and needs no ornaments of language from any one,—can any one say
 that any time there were men of consular rank more virtuous, more fearless, or more firm, than
 those who lived in these critical and perilous times, in which the republic was nearly
 overwhelmed? Who of them did not, with the greatest openness, and bravery, and earnestness, give
 his whole thoughts to the common safety? Nor need I confine what I say to the men of consular
 rank. For this credit is due to all those accomplished men who have been praetors, and indeed to
 the whole senate in common; so that it is plain that never, in the memory of man, was there more
 virtue in that order, greater attachment to the republic, or more consummate wisdom, But because
 the men of consular rank were especially mentioned, I thought I ought to say thus much in their
 behalf; and that that would be enough, as the recollection of all men would join me in bearing
 witness, that there was not one man of that rank who did not labour with all his virtue, and
 energy, and influence, to preserve the republic. 
 But what comes next? Do I, who never praised Catiline, who never as consul countenanced
 Catiline when he was on his trial, who have given evidence respecting the conspiracy against
 others,—do I seem to you so far removed from sanity, so forgetful of my own consistency, so
 forgetful of all the exploits which I have performed, as, though as consul I waged war against
 the conspirators, now to wish to preserve their leader, and to bring my mind now to defend the
 cause and the life of that same man whose weapon I lately blunted, and whose flames I have but
 just extinguished? If, O judges, the republic itself, which has been preserved by my labours and
 dangers, did not by its dignity recall me to wisdom and consistency, still it is an instinct
 implanted by nature, to hate for ever the man whom you have once feared, with whom you have
 contended for life and fortune, and from whose plots you have escaped. But when my chief honours
 and the great glory of all my exploits are at stake; when, as often as any one is convicted of
 any participation in this wickedness, the recollection of the safety of the city having been
 secured by me is renewed, shall I be so mad as to allow those things which I did in behalf of
 the common safety to appear now to have been done by me more by chance and by good fortune than
 by virtue and wisdom? “What, then, do you mean? Do you,” some
 one will say, perhaps, “claim that a man shall be judged innocent, just because you have
 defended him?” But I, O judges, not only claim nothing for myself to which any one can object,
 but I even give up and abandon pretensions which are granted and allowed me by every one. I am
 not living in such a republic—I have not exposed my life to all sorts of dangers for the sake of
 my country at such a time,—they whom I have defeated are not so utterly extinct,—nor are those
 whom I have preserved so grateful, that I should think it safe to attempt to assume more than
 all my enemies and enviers may endure. It would 
 appear an offensive thing for him who investigated the conspiracy, who laid it open, who crushed
 it, whom the senate thanked in unprecedented language, to whom the senate decreed a
 supplication, which they had never decreed to any one before for civil services, to say in a
 court of justice, “I would not have defended him if he had been a conspirator.” I do not say
 that, because it might be offensive; I say this, which in these trials relating to the
 conspiracy I may claim a right to say, speaking not with authority but with modesty, “I who
 investigated and chastised that conspiracy would certainly not defend Sulla, if I thought that
 he had been a conspirator.” I, O judges, say this, which I said at the beginning, that when I
 was making a thorough inquiry into those great dangers which were threatening everybody, when I
 was hearing many thing; not believing everything, but guarding against everything, not one word
 was said to me by any one who gave information, nor did any one hint any suspicion, nor was
 there the slightest mention in any one's letters, of Publius Sulla.