
Marcus Aurelius (British Museum) |
1.4: Death of Marcus Aurelius
[180] Troubled by these thoughts, Marcus
summoned his friends and kinsmen [to his HQs in Vindobona]. Placing his son beside him and
raising himself up a little on his couch, he began to speak to them as
follows:
"That you are
distressed to see me in this condition is hardly surprising. It is
natural for men to pity the sufferings of their fellow men, and the
misfortunes that occur before their very eyes arouse even greater
compassion. I think, however, that an even stronger bond of affection
exists between you and me; in return for the favors I have done you, I
have a reasonable right to expect your reciprocal good will.
And now is the proper
time for me to discover that not in vain have I showered honor and
esteem upon you for so long, and for you to return the favor by showing
that you are not unmindful of the benefits you have received from me.
Here is my son, whom you yourselves have educated, approaching the
prime of youth and, as it were, in need of pilots for the stormy seas
ahead. I fear that he, tossed to and fro by his lack of knowledge of
what he needs to know, may be dashed to pieces on the rocks of evil
practices.
You, therefore,
together take my place as his father, looking after him and giving him
wise counsel. No amount of money is large enough to compensate for a
tyrant's excesses, nor is the protection of his bodyguards enough to
shield the ruler who does not possess the good will of his subjects.
The ruler who emplants
in the hearts of his subjects not fear resulting from cruelty, but love
occasioned by kindness, is most likely to complete his reign safely.
For it is not those who submit from
necessity but those who
are persuaded to obedience who continue to serve and to suffer without
suspicion and without pretense of flattery. And they never rebel unless
they are
driven to it by violence and arrogance.
When
a man holds absolute power, it is difficult for him to control his
desires. But if you give my son proper advice in such matters and
constantly remind him of what he has heard here, you will make him the
best of emperors for yourselves and for all, and you will be paying the
greatest tribute to my memory. Only in this way can you make my memory
immortal."
At this point Marcus
suffered a severe fainting spell and sank back on his couch, exhausted
by weakness and worry. All who were present pitied him, and some cried
out in their grief, unable to control themselves. After living another
night and day, Marcus died [17 March 180], leaving to men of his own time a legacy of regret; to future ages, an eternal memorial of
excellence.
When
the news of his death was made public, the whole army in Pannonia and
the common people as well were grief-stricken; indeed, no one in the
Roman empire received the report without weeping. All cried out in a
swelling chorus, calling him "Kind Father," "Noble Emperor," "Brave
General," and "Wise, Moderate Ruler," and every man spoke the truth.
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