Eventually, Pompey realized that he needed Cicero and that he could earn Cicero's gratitude if he secured his recall from exile. Pompey therefore called for help from his many clients and organized his own gang under the leadership of T. Annius Milo, to support a law proposed by Quintus Cicero (Cicero's younger brother) to recall his brother from exile. The day before the vote on the law, there was a huge fight in the Forum between the sides of Clodius and Milo; the streets had to be washed to remove the blood. The law passed, and in 57 B.C. Cicero returned triumphant from exile. The Senate voted to have Cicero's house and villas rebuilt at public expense.
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Yet Clodius was not finished. A few of Cicero's letters tell us of Clodius' activities:
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| | On November 6 [57] our carpenters [who were rebuilding Cicero's house] were driven from the building site, since Clodius' men had come, bearing weapons. Catulus' portico, which was being repaired in accordance with a decree of the Senate, was destroyed; it was near completion. Quintus' house was first damaged by rocks thrown from our building site, and then it was set on fire, at the order of Clodius. The city was watching as the fires were tossed on, and all people were groaning and crying [for me]. . . . He rushed around, a madman. After that bit of insanity, he thought of nothing but the slaughter of his enemies, and he went from village to village, openly offering the hope of freedom to slaves. . . . On November 12, as I was coming down the Sacred Way, he and his gang attacked me. There was shouting, rock throwing, clubs, swords, and all this was unexpected. ( Ep. ad Art . IV. 3.2)
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In February 56 he writes to his brother Quintus:
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| | Pompey gave a speech [during a meeting of the Senate], or rather, he wanted to, for as he stood up, Clodius' gang started shouting, which lasted though all of Pompey's speech, hindering him not only with the shouting, but also with the curses and insults. As Pompey was concluding his speech, Clodius stood up; such a shout arose from us against himwe had to repay the favorthat he could neither think nor speak. . . . At almost four o'clock, as if upon a given signal, the Clodians began to spit on us. Our suffering flared out; they surged forward, to
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