“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.