*e) Julius Caesar Poem by Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

II,4
Enter TREBONIUS and CINNA. Then CASCA, METELLUS, DECIUS BRUTUS, CAESAR, a SOOTHSAYER, CASSIUS, ARTEMIDORUS.

TREBONIUS: You poet, sure are going to be inspired by something.
CINNA; Don't make fun of me. I am Cinna. The poet is just my namesake. I could say: ah! The
Trebonius's brother, No, you are Trebonius.
TREBONIUS: We can be one or another, it's all the same to me. Somebody will not be soon.
CINNA: You know-all, do you know what plague could be? A tribun of the people could die.
TREBONIUS: Let's kill the people a few at a time. Come on! At Caesar's.

They come into CAESAR's house.

CASCA: Listen to me, Metellus, Cicero hates Marullus.
METELLUS: I don't give a damn. It's none of our business.
CASCA: Well, I was talking of this and that. That is not really dangerous.
METELLUS: Antony is making a career for himself, instead. Cassius would like to kill him, too.
CASCA: Who could kill him? We shall kill Caesar more easily.
DECIUS BRUTUS: Caesar, the senate is waiting for you in plenary session. You should make the open-speech.
CAESAR: How time should I speak? I would like to say many things.
BRUTUS: Caesar, you can. You speak for our sake.
SOOTHSAYER: I would like to point out to the lords, yesterday Caesar did not feel well, in the ides of March the weather is turning ugly.
CASSIUS: He fell down unconscious, foaming at mouth. He was sunburnt and feverishing as well.
ARTEMIDORUS: He was hypocondriac. As soon as possible I shall say it to him and he will take care of himself.