O, my children, even the spirits of heaven must belief
In Caesar’s remarkability, as they sent all these omens to warn us.
O, great caesar, thou always fought the opponents of Rome from the front,
Now thee receiveth stabbed in the back by thy closest friends.
Lest I certain the pain thee got from seeing friends you helped succeed,
Betray thee, was a much greater pain got from the stab of the knives on thy back.
My beloved Caesar, I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold.
Thy blood been shed for the glory and growth of Rome,
As thee lov'd Rome like thou would have loved thy son.
Thou wast great, thou liv'd great,
Gave Rome all thou wast capable of.
Rome will forever have pride for thy being.
Thee resembled the father of Rome, but at present
Rome is with persons of no skills nor experience.
I believeth thy magnificent spirit shall remain guiding Rome
As thee lov’d Rome like thee would have loved thy son.
But did thou love him like a father?
Last night I hath a dream meant for Caesar's death.
I used all my persuasive powers to get Caesar stay home from the Senate,
But as Caesar loved Rome like he would love his son,
He ignored the concerns of mine, for the benefit of Rome.
Does thou not see how greatly Caesar loved thee?
Can a Roman tell me everything will be okay?
I can breath no more.
Someday, some year, there will be old Romans whose pride will be to say:
‘I lived in Caesar’s era.’ Some will be able to say: ‘I saw him, and I heard him,
The unforgettable voice and the immortal words.
And some will be able to say: ‘I knew him, and spoke to him, and was his friend.’
I am so delighted to be the woman to say he held his fingers in my hair
As he kissed me goodnight... every night.
O caesar, I love thee, always & forever.
Thou Romans can shed drops of sorrow over him gone,
But Caesar was a great leader who no other can