[Sidenote:  He resists.]

All was now terror, outcry, and confusion Caesar had no time to draw his sword, but fought a moment with his style, a sharp instrument of iron with which they wrote, in those days, on waxen tablets, and which he happened then to have in his hand.  With this instrument he ran one of his enemies through the arm.

[Illustration:  POMPEY’S STATUE.]

[Sidenote:  Caesar is overcome.] [Sidenote:  Pompey’s statue.] [Sidenote:  Caesar’s death.]

This resistance was just what was necessary to excite the conspirators, and give them the requisite resolution to finish their work.  Caesar soon saw the swords, accordingly, gleaming all around him, and thrusting themselves at him on every side.  The senators rose in confusion and dismay, perfectly thunderstruck at the scene, and not knowing what to do.  Antony perceived that all resistance on his part would be unavailing, and accordingly did not attempt any.  Caesar defended himself alone for a few minutes as well as he could, looking all around him in vain for help, and retreating at the same time toward the pedestal of Pompey’s statue.  At length, when he saw Brutus among his murderers, he exclaimed, “And you too, Brutus?” and seemed from that moment to give up in despair.  He drew his robe over his face, and soon fell under the wounds which he received.  His blood ran out upon the pavement at the foot of Pompey’s statue, as if his death were a sacrifice offered to appease his ancient enemy’s revenge.

[Sidenote:  Flight of the senators.] [Sidenote:  Great commotion.]

In the midst of the scene Brutus made an attempt to address the senators, and to vindicate what they had done, but the confusion and excitement were so great that it was impossible that any thing could be heard.  The senators were, in fact, rapidly leaving the place, going off in every direction, and spreading the tidings over the city.  The event, of course, produced universal commotion.  The citizens began to close their shops, and some to barricade their houses, while others hurried to and fro about the streets, anxiously inquiring for intelligence, and wondering what dreadful event was next to be expected.  Antony and Lepidus, who were Caesar’s two most faithful and influential friends, not knowing how extensive the conspiracy might be, nor how far the hostility to Caesar and his party might extend, fled, and, not daring to go to their own houses, lest the assassins or their confederates might pursue them there, sought concealment in the houses of friends on whom they supposed they could rely and who were willing to receive them.

[Sidenote:  The Conspirators proceed to the Capitol.] [Sidenote:  They glory in their deed.]