Julius Caesar - Citizen Of Rome

Julius Caesar-Citizen of Rome

My name is Felicius Dedecus, and I live in Rome. I am a common

citizen, and work in the local bakery. I am married to a charming lady

named Antonia. We have been married for only a couple of months, and we

do not have any children. We are not yet prepared to have a child,

because we cannot financially support one. Once the bakery starts going

well, we will have a child. I work during the days, and Antonia, being a

lady, does not work so she could take care of the child. I begin to

laugh, when I imagine a woman working somewhere other than in the

kitchen. It would be quite an odd sight. I hear people shouting. It

seems to be coming from the Capitol. I am heading towards there, to find

out the reason for all of this commotion.

The greatest man that I have ever known is dead. His name was Caesar,

and he was a beloved benefactor and a hero. He defeated Pompey's sons,

and would do anything to benefit Rome. Rome will never profit from this

man again, for he was stabbed by a sword. Honorable Brutus, his best

friend, helped in the killing of Caesar. All actions of this noble man,

in the past, have been admirable. I am at the Forum, and the funeral for

beloved Caesar is about to take place. Brutus will explain his reasons

for murdering Caesar, which will surely be logical. Then, Mark Antony

will be delivering a speech, and conducting the funeral rites. The

funeral speech, or Laudatio Funebris, is a common Roman custom. This

funeral promises to be chaotic, and I am not sure what is to come for

Rome.

Brutus is about to speak. My co-worker at the local bakery, Ragorius,

says aloud what many of us Roman citizens are thinking. He says, "We

will be satisfied; let us be satisfied." I am anxious to hear Brutus'

speech, for I am very curious to hear the justification of the murder.

Had anyone else killed Caesar, in no circumstance, would I have

listened to their speech. However, Brutus is reputable, and his

dignified presence gets him replies upon his request. He asks us, "Be

patient till the last . . . hear me for mine cause and be silent." When

Brutus said this, I immediately obeyed him. He says, ".