Written in A.D. 75 Translated by John Dryden
The following is the basis for Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, together with Plutarch's lives of Brutus and Antony.
He gave a fresh occasion of resentment by his affront
to the tribunes. The Lupercalia were
then celebrated, a feast at the first institution
belonging, as some writers say, to the shepherds,
and having some connection with the Arcadian Lycae.
Many young noblemen and magistrates
run up and down the city with their upper garments
off, striking all they meet with thongs of
hide, by way of sport; and many women, even of the
highest rank, place themselves in the
way, and hold out their hands to the lash, as boys
in a school do to the master, out of a belief
that it procures an easy labour to those who are
with child, and makes those conceive who are
barren. Caesar, dressed in a triumphal robe, seated
himself in a golden chair at the rostra to
view this ceremony. Antony, as consul, was one of
those who ran this course, and when he
came into the forum, and the people made way for
him, he went up and reached to Caesar a
diadem wreathed with laurel. Upon this there was
a shout, but only a slight one, made by the
few who were planted there for that purpose; but
when Caesar refused it, there was universal
applause. Upon the second offer, very few, and upon
the second refusal, all again applauded.
Caesar finding it would not take, rose up, and ordered
the crown to be carried into the capitol.
Caesar's statues were afterwards found with royal
diadems on their heads. Flavius and
Marullus, two tribunes of the people, went presently
and pulled them off, and having
apprehended those who first saluted Caesar as king
committed them to prison. The people
followed them with acclamations, and called them
by the name of Brutus, because Brutus was
the first who ended the succession of kings, and
transferred the power which before was
lodged in one man into the hands of the senate and
people. Caesar so far resented this, that he
displaced Marullus and Flavius; and in urging his
charges against them, at the same time
ridiculed the people, by himself giving the men
more than once the names of Bruti and
Cumaei.
This made the multitude turn their thoughts to Marcus
Brutus, who, by his father's side, was
thought to be descended from that first Brutus,
and by his mother's side from the Servilii,
another noble family, being besides nephew and son-in-law
to Cato. But the honours and
favours he had received from Caesar took off the
edge from the desires he might himself have
felt for overthrowing the new monarchy. For he had
not only been pardoned himself after
Pompey's defeat at Pharsalia, and had procured the
same grace for many of his friends, but
was one in whom Caesar had a particular confidence.
He had at that time the most honourable
praetorship for the year, and was named for the
consulship four years after, being preferred
before Cassius, his competitor. Upon the question
as to the choice, Caesar, it is related, said
that Cassius had the fairer pretensions, but that
he could not pass by Brutus. Nor would he
afterwards listen to some who spoke against Brutus,
when the conspiracy against him was
already afoot, but laying his hand on his body,
said to the informers, "Brutus will wait for this
skin of mine," intimating that he was worthy to
bear rule on account of his virtue, but would
not be base and ungrateful to gain it. Those who
desired a change, and looked on him as the
only, or at least the most proper, person to effect
it, did not venture to speak with him; but in
the night-time laid papers about his chair of state,
where he used to sit and determine causes,
with such sentences in them as, "You are asleep,
Brutus," "You are no longer Brutus."
Cassius, when he perceived his ambition a little
raised upon this, was more instant than before
to work him yet further, having himself a private
grudge against Caesar for some reasons that
we have mentioned in the Life of Brutus. Nor was
Caesar without suspicions of him, and said
once to his friends, "What do you think Cassius
is aiming at? I don't like him, he looks so
pale." And when it was told him that Antony and
Dolabella were in a plot against him, he said
he did not fear such fat, luxurious men, but rather
the pale, lean fellows, meaning Cassius and
Brutus.
Fate, however, is to all appearance more unavoidable
than unexpected. For many strange
prodigies and apparitions are said to have been
observed shortly before this event. As to the
lights in the heavens, the noises heard in the night,
and the wild birds which perched in the
forum, these are not perhaps worth taking notice
of in so great a case as this. Strabo, the
philosopher, tells us that a number of men were
seen, looking as if they were heated through
with fire, contending with each other; that a quantity
of flame issued from the hand of a
soldier's servant, so that they who saw it thought
he must be burnt, but that after all he had no
hurt. As Caesar was sacrificing, the victim's heart
was missing, a very bad omen, because no
living creature can subsist without a heart. One
finds it also related by many that a soothsayer
bade him prepare for some great danger on the Ides
of March. When this day was come,
Caesar, as he went to the senate, met this soothsayer,
and said to him by way of raillery, "The
Ides of March are come," who answered him calmly,
"Yes, they are come, but they are not
past." The day before his assassination he supped
with Marcus Lepidus; and as he was signing
some letters according to his custom, as he reclined
at table, there arose a question what sort
of death was the best. At which he immediately,
before any one could speak, said, "A sudden
one."
After this, as he was in bed with his wife, all the
doors and windows of the house flew open
together he was startled at the noise, and the light
which broke into the room, and sat up in his
bed, where by the moonshine he perceived Calpurnia
fast asleep, but heard her utter in her
dream some indistinct words and inarticulate groans.
She fancied at that time she was weeping
over Caesar, and holding him butchered in her arms.
Others say this was not her dream, but
that she dreamed that a pinnacle, which the senate,
as Livy relates, had ordered to be raised on
Caesar's house by way of ornament and grandeur,
was tumbling down, which was the
occasion of her tears and ejaculations. When it
was day, she begged of Caesar, if it were
possible, not to stir out, but to adjourn the senate
to another time; and if he slighted her
dreams, that she would be pleased to consult his
fate by sacrifices and other kinds of
divination. Nor was he himself without some suspicion
and fears; for he never before
discovered any womanish superstition in Calpurnia,
whom he now saw in such great alarm.
Upon the report which the priests made to him, that
they had killed several sacrifices, and still
found them inauspicious, he resolved to send Antony
to dismiss the senate.
In this juncture, Decimus Brutus, surnamed Albinus,
one whom Caesar had such confidence in
that he made him his second heir, who nevertheless
was engaged in the conspiracy with the
other Brutus and Cassius, fearing lest if Caesar
should put off the senate to another day, the
business might get wind, spoke scoffingly and in
mockery of the diviners, and blamed Caesar
for giving the senate so fair an occasion of saying
he had put a slight upon them, for that they
were met upon his summons, and were ready to vote
unanimously that he should be declared
king of all the provinces out of Italy, and might
wear a diadem in any other place but Italy, by
sea or land. If any one should be sent to tell them
they might break up for the present, and
meet again when Calpurnia should chance to have
better dreams, what would his enemies say?
Or who would with any patience hear his friends,
if they should presume to defend his
government as not arbitrary and tyrannical? But
if he was possessed so far as to think this day
unfortunate, yet it were more decent to go himself
to the senate, and to adjourn it in his own
person. Brutus, as he spoke these words, took Caesar
by the hand, and conducted him forth.
He was not gone far from the door, when a servant
of some other person's made towards him,
but not being able to come up to him, on account
of the crowd of those who pressed about
him, he made his way into the house, and committed
himself to Calpurnia, begging of her to
secure him till Caesar returned, because he had
matters of great importance to communicate to
him.
Artemidorus, a Cnidian, a teacher of Greek logic,
and by that means so far acquainted with
Brutus and his friends as to have got into the secret,
brought Caesar in a small written
memorial the heads of what he had to depose. He
had observed that Caesar, as he received
any papers, presently gave them to the servants
who attended on him; and therefore came as
near to him as he could, and said, "Read this, Caesar,
alone, and quickly, for it contains matter
of great importance which nearly concerns you."
Caesar received it, and tried several times to
read it, but was still hindered by the crowd of
those who came to speak to him. However, he
kept it in his hand by itself till he came into
the senate. Some say it was another who gave
Caesar this note, and that Artemidorus could not
get to him, being all along kept off by the
crowd.
All these things might happen by chance. But the
place which was destined for the scene of
this murder, in which the senate met that day, was
the same in which Pompey's statue stood,
and was one of the edifices which Pompey had raised
and dedicated with his theatre to the use
of the public, plainly showing that there was something
of a supernatural influence which
guided the action and ordered it to that particular
place. Cassius, just before the act, is said to
have looked towards Pompey's statue, and silently
implored his assistance, though he had been
inclined to the doctrines of Epicurus. But this
occasion, and the instant danger, carried him
away out of all his reasonings, and filled him for
the time with a sort of inspiration. As for
Antony, who was firm to Caesar and a strong man,
Brutus Albinus kept him outside the house,
and delayed him with a long conversation contrived
on purpose. When Caesar entered, the
senate stood up to show their respect to him, and
of Brutus's confederates, some came about
his chair and stood behind it, others met him, pretending
to add their petitions to those of
Tillius Cimber, in behalf of his brother, who was
in exile; and they followed him with their
joint applications till he came to his seat. When
he was sat down, he refused to comply with
their requests, and upon their urging him, further
began to reproach them severely for their
importunities, when Tillius, laying hold of his
robe with both his hands, pulled it down from his
neck, which was the signal for the assault. Casca
gave him the first cut in the neck, which was
not mortal nor dangerous, as coming from one who
at the beginning of such a bold action was
probably very much disturbed; Caesar immediately
turned about, and laid his hand upon the
dagger and kept hold of it. And both of them at
the same time cried out, he that received the
blow, in Latin, "Vile Casca, what does this mean?"
and he that gave it, in Greek to his brother,
"Brother, help!" Upon this first onset, those who
were not privy to the design were astonished,
and their horror and amazement at what they saw
were so great that they durst not fly nor
assist Caesar, nor so much as speak a word. But
those who came prepared for the business
enclosed him on every side, with their naked daggers
in their hands. Which way soever he
turned he met with blows, and saw their swords levelled
at his face and eyes, and was
encompassed like a wild beast in the toils on every
side. For it had been agreed they should
each of them make a thrust at him, and flesh themselves
with his blood; for which reason
Brutus also gave him one stab in the groin. Some
say that he fought and resisted all the rest,
shifting his body to avoid the blows, and calling
out for help, but that when he saw Brutus's
sword drawn, he covered his face with his robe and
submitted, letting himself fall, whether it
were by chance or that he was pushed in that direction
by his murderers, at the foot of the
pedestal on which Pompey's statue stood, and which
was thus wetted with his blood. So that
Pompey himself seemed to have presided, as it were,
over the revenge done upon his
adversary, who lay here at his feet, and breathed
out his soul through his multitude of wounds,
for they say he received three-and-twenty. And the
conspirators themselves were many of
them wounded by each other, whilst they all levelled
their blows at the same person.
When Caesar was despatched, Brutus stood forth to
give a reason for what they had done, but
the senate would not hear him, but flew out of doors
in all haste, and filled the people with so
much alarm and distraction, that some shut up their
houses, others left their counters and
shops. All ran one way or the other, some to the
place to see the sad spectacle, others back
again after they had seen it. Antony and Lepidus,
Caesar's most faithful friends, got off
privately, and hid themselves in some friends' houses.
Brutus and his followers, being yet hot
from the deed, marched in a body from the senate-house
to the capitol with their drawn
swords, not like persons who thought of escaping,
but with an air of confidence and assurance,
and as they went along, called to the people to
resume their liberty, and invited the company of
any more distinguished people whom they met. And
some of these joined the procession and
went up along with them, as if they also had been
of the conspiracy, and could claim a share in
the honour of what had been done. As, for example,
Caius Octavius and Lentulus Spinther,
who suffered afterwards for vanity, being taken
off by Antony and the young Caesar, and lost
the honour they desired, as well as their lives,
which it cost them, since no one believed they
had any share in the action. For neither did those
who punished them profess to revenge the
fact, but the ill-will. The day after, Brutus with
the rest came down from the capitol and made
a speech to the people, who listened without expressing
either any pleasure or resentment, but
showed by their silence that they pitied Caesar
and respected Brutus. The senate passed acts
of oblivion for what was past, and took measures
to reconcile all parties. They ordered that
Caesar should be worshipped as a divinity, and nothing,
even of the slightest consequence,
should be revoked which he had enacted during his
government. At the same time they gave
Brutus and his followers the command of provinces,
and other considerable posts. So that all
the people now thought things were well settled,
and brought to the happiest adjustment.
But when Caesar's will was opened, and it was found
that he had left a considerable legacy to
each one of the Roman citizens, and when his body
was seen carried through the market-place
all mangled with wounds, the multitude could no
longer contain themselves within the bounds
of tranquillity and order, but heaped together a
pile of benches, bars, and tables, which they
placed the corpse on, and setting fire to it, burnt
it on them. Then they took brands from the
pile and ran some to fire the houses of the conspirators,
others up and down the city, to find
out the men and tear them to pieces, but met, however,
with none of them, they having taken
effectual care to secure themselves.
One Cinna, a friend of Caesar's, chanced the night
before to have an odd dream. He fancied
that Caesar invited him to supper, and that upon
his refusal to go with him, Caesar took him
by the hand and forced him, though he hung back.
Upon hearing the report that Caesar's body
was burning in the market-place, he got up and went
thither, out of respect to his memory,
though his dream gave him some ill apprehensions,
and though he was suffering from a fever.
One of the crowd who saw him there asked another
who that was, and having learned his
name, told it to his neighbour. It presently passed
for a certainty that he was one of Caesar's
murderers, as, indeed, there was another Cinna,
a conspirator, and they, taking this to be the
man, immediately seized him and tore him limb from
limb upon the spot.
Brutus and Cassius, frightened at this, within a
few days retired out of the city. What they
afterwards did and suffered, and how they died,
is written in the Life of Brutus. Caesar died in
his fifty-sixth year, not having survived Pompey
above four years. That empire and power
which he had pursued through the whole course of
his life with so much hazard, he did at last
with much difficulty compass, but reaped no other
fruits from it than the empty name and
invidious glory. But the great genius which attended
him through his lifetime even after his
death remained as the avenger of his murder, pursuing
through every sea and land all those
who were concerned in it, and suffering none to
escape, but reaching all who in any sort or
kind were either actually engaged in the fact, or
by their counsels any way promoted it.
The most remarkable of mere human coincidences was
that which befell Cassius, who, when
he was defeated at Philippi, killed himself with
the same dagger which he had made use of
against Caesar. The most signal preternatural appearances
were the great comet, which shone
very bright for seven nights after Caesar's death,
and then disappeared, and the dimness of the
sun, whose orb continued pale and dull for the whole
of that year, never showing its ordinary
radiance at its rising, and giving but a weak and
feeble heat. The air consequently was damp
and gross for want of stronger rays to open and
rarefy it. The fruits, for that reason, never
properly ripened, and began to wither and fall off
for want of heat before they were fully
formed. But above all, the phantom which appeared
to Brutus showed the murder was not
pleasing to the gods. The story of it is this.
Brutus, being to pass his army from Abydos to the
continent on the other side, laid himself
down one night, as he used to do, in his tent, and
was not asleep, but thinking of his affairs,
and what events he might expect. For he is related
to have been the least inclined to sleep of all
men who have commanded armies, and to have had the
greatest natural capacity for
continuing awake, and employing himself without
need of rest. He thought he heard a noise at
the door of his tent, and looking that way, by the
light of his lamp, which was almost out, saw
a terrible figure, like that of a man, but of unusual
stature and severe countenance. He was
somewhat frightened at first, but seeing it neither
did nor spoke anything to him, only stood
silently by his bedside, he asked who it was. The
spectre answered him, "Thy evil genius,
Brutus, thou shalt see me at Philippi." Brutus answered
courageously, "Well, I shall see you,"
and immediately the appearance vanished. When the
time was come, he drew up his army
near Philippi against Antony and Caesar, and in
the first battle won the day, routed the enemy,
and plundered Caesar's camp. The night before the
second battle, the same phantom appeared
to him again, but spoke not a word. He presently
understood his destiny was at hand, and
exposed himself to all the danger of the battle.
Yet he did not die in the fight, but seeing his
men defeated, got up to the top of a rock, and there
presenting his sword to his naked breast,
and assisted, as they say, by a friend, who helped
him to give the thrust, met his death.