III,1 br At the senate. Enter ARTEMIDORUS, CAESAR, PUBLIUS, DECIUS BRUTUS, CASCA, METELLUS, CASSIUS, BRUTUS. br br ARTEMIDORUS: Caesar, if you don't know the reason of your illness, read my schedule and you will know it. br PUBLIUS: To accept schedules without evidence is impossible. br DECIUS BRUTUS: Trebonius has written a schedule rich in evidence. Caesar should read it. br CASCA: But Trebonius can not read or write! br 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. br CAESAR: What about it? br METELLUS: My wife should be appointed frumentarious provider. I would like to be appointed myself but have an incompatible post. br CAESAR: Your post is inconsistent with virility. br BRUTUS: Caesar, you should agree with us. We have the republic at heart. br CASCA: We have not Caesar at heart. (He stabs Caesar) br CAESAR: You crazy, Casca! This is only a little cut. br BRUTUS: As praetor I shall complete the work. Then, all together! br 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) br CASSIUS: Now we can share the Caesar's post.