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Too much, noble Caesar? By no means. Who doubts that the Emperor knows how to set due bounds to his favour?

This is in truth a rare and remarkable distinction

I should even call it beyond measure rare and remarkable

And especially does it afford a striking proof that our august Emperor's mind is free from all jealousy

An unexampled proof, I venture to call it.

But then, what has not Caesar achieved in these few years in Gaul?

A year-long dream, dear friends! I have achieved nothing. Nothing, nothing!

All this your modesty counts as nothing? What was the army when you took command? A disorderly rabble

without coherence, without discipline, without direction