Commodus as Hercules
(Musei Capitolini, Roma)
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1.13: Fall of Cleander
[190] Even though a civil war was raging, no
one was willing to report to Commodus what was happening, for fear of Cleander. Finally the emperor's eldest sister (her name was Fadilla)
rushed into the palace (as his sister, she had free and easy access to
the emperor), and, loosing her hair, threw herself down and cried out
in anguish:
"Here you are,
emperor, taking your leisure, ignorant of what is happening, when you
are actually in the gravest danger. And we, your own flesh and blood,
are at this very moment threatened with murder. Already the Roman
people and most of the army are lost to you. What we
would not think of enduring at the hands of barbarians, our own people
are doing to us. And those people whom you have treated with special
consideration, you now find to be your enemies.
Cleander has armed
the people and the soldiers against you. Those who hate him because
they hold differing opinions, the mob, and the entire imperial cavalry,
who support him, are up in arms, killing each other and choking the
city with blood. The fury of both factions will fall upon us unless you
immediately hand over to them for execution this scoundrelly servant of
yours, who already has been the cause of so much destruction for the
people and who threatens to be the cause of so much destruction for
us."
After she had made
these statements,[1] tearing her clothes in grief, others who were present
(for they became bolder at the words of the emperor's sister) urged
Commodus to take action. He was terrified by this pressing danger,
which did not merely threaten but was already upon him. In his panic he
sent for Cleander, who knew nothing of what had been reported to the
emperor, but had his suspicions. When the prefect appeared, Commodus
ordered him seized and beheaded, and, impaling his head on a long
spear, sent it out to the mob, to whom it was a welcome and
long-desired sight.
In this way he
terminated the danger, and both sides stopped fighting: the soldiers,
because they saw that the man for whom they had been fighting had been
killed and also because they feared the wrath of the emperor (for they
realized that he had been deceived and that Cleander had done
everything without imperial approval); the people, because their desire
for vengeance was satisfied by the arrest of the man responsible for
the appalling crimes.
They put Cleander's
children to death (for he had two sons), and killed all his known
friends. They dragged their bodies through the streets, subjecting them
to every indignity, and finally brought the mutilated corpses to the
sewer and threw them in. Such was the fate of
Cleander and his associates; it was as if Nature had undertaken to
demonstrate that a small and unexpected twist of fate can raise a man
from the lowest depths to the greatest heights and then plunge the man
so exalted down to the depths again.
Although he feared
a popular uprising and a new attempt upon his life, Commodus
nevertheless, at the urging of his advisers, entered the city. Received
there with great enthusiasm, he went to the imperial palace, escorted
by the people. After undergoing such risks, the emperor trusted no one;
he killed now without warning, listening to all accusations without
question and paying no heed to those worthy of a hearing. He no longer
had any regard for the "good life"; night and day, without
interruption, licentious pleasures of
the flesh made him a slave, body and soul.
Men
of intelligence and those who had even a smattering of learning were
driven from the palace as conspirators, but the emperor gave enthralled
attention to the filthy skits of comedians and actors. He took lessons
in driving the chariot and trained to take part in the wild-animal
fights; his flatterers praised these activities as proof of his
manliness, but he indulged in them more often than befitted an
intelligent emperor.
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