Anno 44 avanti Cristo

CAESAR
What, Brutus?
CASSIUS
(kneeling)   Pardon, Caesar. Caesar, pardon.
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

CAESAR
I could be well moved if I were as you.
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks.
They are all fire and every one doth shine,
But there’s but one in all doth hold his place.
So in the world. ‘Tis furnished well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive,
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshaked of motion. And that I am he
Let me a little show it even in this:
That I was constant Cimber should be banished,
And constant do remain to keep him so.
CINNA
(kneeling) O Caesar—

CAESAR
Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
DECIUS
(kneeling) Great Caesar—
CAESAR
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
CASCA
Speak, hands, for me!
CASCA and the other conspirators stab CAESAR. BRUTUS stabs him last.

CAESAR
Et tu, Brute?—Then fall, Caesar.
(dies)
CINNA
Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.