the city of Syracuse, reflecting that, just moments before, its height and glory had suddenly collapsed into ruin at his own hands, and pondering the common condition of all mankind?55 If men are praised for weeping over enemies whom they have themselves defeated, surely human feeling will grant us that it is no crime for a woman to weep over her betrothed, killed by her own brother! But while that woman was weeping at the death of her betrothed by the hand of her brother, Rome itself was rejoicing