Gulliver's Travels Into Several Remote Nations Of The World
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186             GULLIVER'S TRAVELS
there was a fair prospect into the park. And, because my first inclination was to be entertained with scenes of pomp and magnificence, I desired to see Alexander the Great, at the head of his army, just after the battle of Arbela, which, upon a motion of the governor's finger, immediately ap­peared in a large field under the window where we stood. Alexander was called up into the room: it was with great difficulty that I understood his Greek, and had but little of my own. He assured me, upon his honour, that he was not poisoned, but died of a fever by excessive drinking.
Next I saw Hannibal passing the Alps, who told me he had not a drop of vinegar in his camp.
I saw Caesar and Pompey, at the head of their troops, just ready to engage. I saw the former in his last great triumph. I desired that the Senate of Rome might appear before me in one large chamber, and a modern representa­tive in counterview, in another. The first seemed to be an assembly of heroes and demi-gods, the other a knot of pedlars, pick-pockets, highway-men, and bullies.
The governor, at my request, gave the sign for Caesar and Brutus to advance towards us. I was struck with a profound veneration at the sight of Brutus, and could easily discover the most consummate virtue, the greatest intrepidity, and firmness of mind, the truest love of his country, and general benevolence for mankind, in every lineament of his countenance. I observed, with much pleasure, that these two persons were in good intelligence with each other; and Caesar freely confessed to me, that the greatest actions of his own life were not equal, by many degrees, to the glory of taking it away. I had the honour to have much conversation with Brutus, and was told, that his ancestors Junius, Socrates, Epaminondas, Cato the younger, Sir Thomas More, and himself, were perpetually together: a sextumvirate to which all the ages of the world cannot add a seventh.
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