Pompey   

faction flying, and all others cheerfully submitting to his command,
in a little time he mustered three entire legions, having supplied
himself besides with all manner of provisions, beasts of burden,
carriages, and other necessaries of war. And with this equipage he set
forward on his march toward Sylla, not as if he were in haste, or
desirous of escaping observation, but by small journeys, making
several halts upon the road, to distress and annoy the enemy, and
exerting himself to detach from Carbo's interest every part of Italy
that he passed through.
Three commanders of the enemy encountered him at once, Carinna,
Cloelius, and Brutus, and drew up their forces, not all in the
front, nor yet together on any one part, but encamping three several
armies in a circle about him, they resolved to encompass and overpower
him. Pompey was noway alarmed at this, but collecting all his troops
into one body, and placing his horse in the front of the battle, where
he himself was in person, he singled out and bent all his forces
against Brutus, and when the Celtic horsemen from the enemy's side
rode out to meet him, Pompey himself encountering hand to hand with
the foremost and stoutest among them, killed him with his spear. The
rest seeing this turned their backs and fled, and breaking the ranks
of their own foot, presently caused a general rout; whereupon the
commanders fell out among themselves, and marched off, some one way,
some another, as their fortunes led them, and the town; round about
came in and surrendered themselves to Pompey, concluding that the
enemy was dispersed for fear. Next after these, Scipio, the consul,
came to attack him, and with as little success; for before the
armies could join, or be within the throw of their javelins,
Scipio's soldiers saluted Pompey's, and came over to them, while
Scipio made his escape by flight. Last of all, Carbo himself sent down
several troops of horse against him by the river Arsis, which Pompey
assailed with the same courage and success as before; and having
routed and put them to flight, he forced them in the pursuit into
difficult ground, unpassable for horse, where, seeing no hopes of
escape, they yielded themselves with their horses and armour, all to
his mercy.
Sylla was hitherto unacquainted with all these actions; and on the
first intelligence he received of his movements was in great anxiety
about him, fearing lest he should be cut off among so many and such
experienced commanders of the enemy, and marched therefore with all
speed to his aid. Now Pompey, having advice of his approach, sent
out orders to his officers to marshal and draw up all his forces in
full array, that they might make the finest and noblest appearance
before the commander-in-chief; for he expected indeed great honours
from him, but met with even greater. For as soon as Sylla saw him thus
advancing, his army so well appointed, his men so young and strong,
and their spirits so high and hopeful with their successes, he
alighted from his horse, and being first, as was his due, saluted by
them with the title of Imperator, he returned the salutation upon
Pompey, in the same term and style of Imperator, which might well
cause surprise, as none could have ever anticipated that he would have
imparted, to one so young in years and not yet a senator, a title
which was the object of contention between him and the Scipios and
Marii. And indeed all the rest of his deportment was agreeable to this
first compliment; whenever Pompey came into his presence, he paid some
sort of respect to him, either in rising and being uncovered, or the
like, which he was rarely seen to do with any one else,
notwithstanding that there were many about him of great rank and
honour. Yet Pompey was not puffed up at all, or exalted with these
favours. And when Sylla would have sent him with all expedition into
Gaul, a province in which it was thought Metellus, who commanded in
it, had done nothing worthy of the large forces at his disposal,
Pompey urged that it could not be fair or honourable for him to take a
province out of the hands of his senior in command and his superior in
reputation; however, if Metellus were willing, and should request