The birth year of the elder daughter, Claudia Marcella Major (PIR2 C 1102; Major Latin for the elder) is unknown, as is much of her life. However, it is known that she was married twice.
Her first marriage took place in 28 BC, and it was to Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa, the close friend and loyal lieutenant of her maternal uncle, Augustus. Although Suetonius states they had children, it is uncertain whether any of them survived to adulthood. However, it is generally believed that Marcella bore him a daughter, retrospectively called Vipsania Marcella, in order to differentiate her from her three half-sisters). The existence of this daughter is attested by the oration delivered by Augustus for Agrippa at the latter man's funeral in 12 BC. It is also in that oration that Vipsania Marcella's marriage to the general Publius Quinctilius Varus is implied.
In 21 BC, Agrippa divorced Marcella to marry Augustus' daughter, Julia, who had recently become widowed after the death of her first husband and Marcella's brother, Marcus Claudius Marcellus. Marcella then married consul Iullus Antonius, the second son of Mark Antony from his third wife Fulvia.
According to Plutarch, Octavia received Marcella (after divorcing Agrippa) back to her house and made her marry Iullus Antonius, who was held in high regard by Augustus. According to Tacitus, Iullus and Marcella had children. It is generally believed they had had two sons and possibly a daughter. Of the sons, one was the Lucius Antonius who went into exile after the disgrace of his father. The name of the other son is uncertain, though he is often referred to as Gaius Antonius. The existence of a daughter (Iulla Antonia) is postulated, but uncertain. In 2 BC, Iullus Antonius was forced to commit suicide after being found guilty of adultery with Marcella's cousin, Julia. However, it is uncertain whether Marcella was still alive at this point, as she is not mentioned.
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