didoofcarthage:

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Assassination of Julius Caesar by Vincenzo Camucciniย 

Italian, 1793-1796

pen and brown ink with brush and gray wash over graphite

Metropolitan Museum of Art

iolausian-fields:

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s4e21 - The Ides of March

truegodofthearena:

The Imperator would see us to common ground, I find us far removed.
As mortal from a god. One set upon a small set of rebels, with support from a century, lost his sword, turned heel and fled, while the other strolled in the jaws of the beast, absent weapon and brought down an entire city with but cunning and silver tongue. Refresh mind, which do you stand?

its-caesar-bitch:

self care is declaring yourself dictator for life and then becoming a god after getting stabbed 23 times

lochiels:

15 March 44 BCE: The Roman dictator Julius Caesar was assassinated.

As he took his seat, the conspirators gathered about him as if to pay their respects, and straightway Tillius Cimber, who had assumed the lead, came nearer as though to ask something. When Caesar with a gesture put him off to another time, Cimber caught his toga by both shoulders. As Caesar cried, ‘Why, this is violence!’, one of the Cascas stabbed him from one side just below the throat. Caesar caught Casca’s arm and ran it through with his stylus, but as he tried to leap to his feet, he was stopped by another wound. When he saw that he was beset on every side by drawn daggers, he muffled his head in his robe, and at the same time drew down its lap to his feet with his left hand, in order to fall more decently, with the lower part of his body also covered. And in this wise he was stabbed with three and twenty wounds, uttering not a word, but merely a groan at the first stroke, though some have written that when Marcus Brutus rushed at him, he said in Greek, ‘You too, my child?

All the conspirators made off, and he lay there lifeless for some time, until finally three common slaves put him on a litter and carried him home, with one arm hanging down. And of so many wounds none, in the opinion of the physician Antistius, would have proved mortal except the second one in the breast. (x)

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