Dream of Scipio and Stoic Paradoxes

Nothing is mine, nor anyone's, which can be taken away, which can be snatched, which can be lost. If you had snatched from me the divine constancy of my mind, my cares, my vigils, my counsels for the republic, if you had deleted the immortal memory of this eternal benefit, much more, if you had snatched from me that mind from which these counsels flowed, then I would confess that I had received an injury. But if you have neither done these things nor could have done them, your injury gave me a glorious return, not a calamitous departure. Therefore, I am always a citizen, and most especially when the senate will commend my safety from foreign nations as the best of citizens. You are not a citizen even now, unless perhaps the same person can be an enemy and a citizen. Or do you distinguish a citizen from an enemy by nature and place, not by mind and deeds? You committed slaughter in the forum; you held temples with armed robbers; you burned the homes of private citizens and sacred buildings. Why is Spartacus an enemy if you are a citizen? And you, you claim to be a citizen, because of whom the state did not exist for a time, and you call me an exile in your name, when everyone thinks that the republic went into exile at my departure. Will you not look at yourself, you most insane man? Will you not consider what you do, nor what you speak? Do you not know that exile is a penalty for crimes? That my journey was undertaken toward the most excellent things done by me? All the wicked and impious, of whom you profess to be the leader, whom the laws want to be affected by exile, are exiles, even if they have not changed their soil. Or, when all laws order you to be an exile, will you not be an exile? An enemy is not called someone who has been before the senate with a weapon; your dagger was caught, you who killed a man—you killed very many—who made a fire, you burned the temple of the Nymphs with your own hand, who occupied the temples of the gods, you placed camps in the forum. But why do I bring forth common laws, by all of which you are an exile? Your most familiar friends brought a privilege against you, that if you had approached into the secret rites of the Good Goddess, you would be an exile.

(Right margin notes translated):
in that you are not to me
and Rome saw me there
glory to me and to the speakers
and only evils
are prohibited to the
says Grinniss
Myself and me
and alive and prayed
and Cinnab who is
this but it was the end
to imitate it was not
you watch the gladiator
most famous and rare
and to be done
on the day which through
your marginated
is touched and with
and falling with what hope
text goptis
theaby crown
and it was not
and will go to the dew or
and I compose more
to me, grace is Pompey
he says and
is pleasing and
it will have been and
Tilly to be washed
and he watches
and because bim
to be driven in a stylized way
and to whom all as an exile
and you have sent forth

The left margin consists of the word "et" (and) repeated dozens of times, likely a pen trial or a scribe's filler.