Cethegus perished senseless, half dead by his own deed.
Cæparius died sullen; Gabinius weak and almost fainting; Statilius struggling and howling. All by a hard and slavish death, strangled by the base noose of a foreign hangman.
An hour afterward, their corpses were hurled down the Gemonian Stairs, among the shouts and acclamations of the drunken slavish rabble.
An hour afterward, Cicero stood on the rostrum, near the Libonian well—that rostrum whereon, at a later day[pg 157] Lentulus' prophecy was fulfilled—and called out, in a voice as solemn and almost as deep as thunder,
"They were!"
And the voice of the people yelled out its joy, because they were no longer; and hailed their slayer the Savior and Father of his country.
A few years afterward, how did they not hail Anthony?