"The End of Tyranny."
"Beware the ides of March,"
They are words of wisdom,
And I should have listened.
For here, at the Capitol,
I am surrounded:
Casca, Decius, Mettelus,
Trebonius, Cassius—Cassius.
I knew that he couldn't be trusted.
It was he—only HE
Could have brought everyone against me.
Suddenly there is a sharp pain
In my side—in my chest, my back!
Warm blood is seeping through my clothes.
I hear shouting, but I can't tell who,
For the pain has blinded me.
I force myself to open my eyes,
And face my killers.
My hands start shaking violently:
Brutus is there; a bloody knife
Is hanging loosely from his fingers.
He has wide eyes, and a pale face.
No.
It can't be.
My strength is ebbing away rapidly…
Stealthily…
Silently…
I can manage only to gasp out
My final words:
"Et tu Brutè? Then fall Caesar!"