III,1
At the senate. Enter ARTEMIDORUS, CAESAR, PUBLIUS, DECIUS BRUTUS, CASCA, METELLUS, CASSIUS, BRUTUS.

ARTEMIDORUS: Caesar, if you don't know the reason of your illness, read my schedule and you will know it.
PUBLIUS: To accept schedules without evidence is impossible.
DECIUS BRUTUS: Trebonius has written a schedule rich in evidence. Caesar should read it.
CASCA: But Trebonius can not read or write!
METELLUS: I can not write, either, and so you, Casca, have written in my place. Now I am putting my signature and giving Caesar my schedule.
CAESAR: What about it?
METELLUS: My wife should be appointed frumentarious provider. I would like to be appointed myself but have an incompatible post.
CAESAR: Your post is inconsistent with virility.
BRUTUS: Caesar, you should agree with us. We have the republic at heart.
CASCA: We have not Caesar at heart. (He stabs Caesar)
CAESAR: You crazy, Casca! This is only a little cut.
BRUTUS: As praetor I shall complete the work. Then, all together!
CAESAR: Brutus, you are not clever. I shall not oppose fate. (He falls at the feet of the statue of Pompey, pulls the cloak over his head and dies)
CASSIUS: Now we can share the Caesar's post.

Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

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