" But embracing her and their little son,
with great tenderness and many tears, he prevailed with her to depart.
Thus there marched miserably along a band of helpless women: the wife of a
great commander fled like a fugitive, and upon her bosom bore her infant
son: about her a troop of other ladies, dragged from their husbands, and
drowned in tears, uttering their heavy lamentations; nor weaker than
theirs was the grief felt by all who remained.
These groans and tears, and this spectacle of woe, the appearances rather
of a city stormed and sacked, than of a Roman camp, that of Germanicus
Caesar, victorious and flourishing, awakened attention and inquiry in the
soldiers: leaving their tents, they cried, "Whence these doleful wailings?
what so lamentable! so many ladies of illustrious quality, travelling thus
forlorn; not a Centurion to attend them; not a soldier to guard them;
their General's wife amongst them, undistinguished by any mark of her
princely dignity; destitute of her ordinary train; frightened from the
Roman legions, and repairing, like an exile, for shelter to Treves, there
to commit herself to the faith of foreigners.
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