B.C. 45, ÆT. 61 survive the republic, you must bear your fortune, especially one which involves no blame to you. But enough of this. Pray write and tell me how you are and where you intend to stay, that I may know where to write or come.
DLXXV (F IX, 11)
TO P. CORNELIUS DOLABELLA (IN SPAIN)
(Ficulea, 20 April)
I had rather that even my own death had been the cause
of your being without a letter from me than the misfortune
which has so grievously afflicted me. I should have borne
it at least with greater firmness if I had had you; for your
wise conversation, no less than your marked affection for
me, would have been a support. But since I am about, as
I think, to see you before long, you shall find that though
much broken I am yet in a state to receive great assistance
from you; not that I am so crushed as to be unable to
remember my manhood, or to think it right to give in to
fortune. But in spite of that the old cheerfulness and
gaiety, in which you took more delight than anybody else,
have all been taken from me. Nevertheless, you will find
in me the same fortitude and firmness—if I ever had these
qualities—as you left.
You say that you have to fight my battles: I don't so much care about my detractors being refuted by you, as I wish it to be known—as is plainly the case—that I retain your affection. I urge you repeatedly to let it be so, and to pardon the brevity of my letter; for in the first place I think I shall see you very shortly, and in the second place I have not yet sufficiently recovered my calmness for writing.
