Silence was made, and standing on an eminence he stretched forth his hands, bound as they were, and said: What trophy, O ye basest of Macedonians, could Antigonus have so much desired to set up over your defeat, as this which ye yourselves are now erecting by delivering up your general as a prisoner? It is not a dreadful thing, then, that in the hour of your victory ye should acknowledge yourselves defeated for the sake of your baggage, implying that victory lies in your possessions and not in your arms, but ye must also send your leader as a ransom for that baggage.
Eumenes. Plutarch. Bernadotte Perrin (Translator). Cambridge, MA. 1919.
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