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Entretanto, em 44 a.C., nos idos de Março...

por Carla Hilário Quevedo, em 15.03.12

"At almost the same instant both cried out, the smitten man in Latin: 'Accursed Casca, what doest thou?' and the smiter, in Greek, to his brother: 'Brother, help!' and Caesar, hemmed in on all sides, whichever way he turned confronting blows of weapons aimed at his face and eyes, driven hither and thither like a wild beast, was entangled in the hands of all; for all had to take part in the sacrifice and taste of the slaughter. Therefore Brutus also gave him one blow in the groin. And it is said by some writers that although Caesar defended himself against the rest and darted this way and that and cried aloud, when he saw that Brutus had drawn his dagger, he pulled his toga down over his head and sank, either by chance or because pushed there by his murderers, against the pedestal on which the statue of Pompey stood. And the pedestal was drenched with his blood, so that one might have thought that Pompey himself was presiding over this vengeance upon his enemy, who now lay prostrate at his feet, quivering from a multitude of wounds. For it is said that he received twenty-three; and many of the conspirators were wounded by one another, as they struggled to plant all those blows in one body."


Plutarch, Plutarch's Lives: Caesar, 66.5-7, translation by Bernadotte Perrin, Cambridge, MA. Harvard University Press,  London, 1919.    

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