The date is March 16, 44 B.C.
It has been done. Julius Caesar has been assassinated. I witnessed it although I took no part in it. I have little sympathy for Julius Caesar, his dictatorial ways have been throwing our beautiful Rome into chaos. I may just be a servant, one who is biased towards my master Brutus out of loyalty and necessity, but I think it is good that we no longer have Caesar in charge. I wonder what has happened to our great city and why Caesar gained as much power as he did or why he thought he could get away with it. Did he not see that the people—his people—were not happy with him? Could he not tell that both the plebeians and the patricians were upset with him? As soon as he tried to appease the one side, the other grew angry at him. I dare not speculate what will come of this. I am old enough now to know when to keep my nose to myself.
My master Brutus seems incredibly upset. He does not relish in his actions. I think he stands by what he did, but he is sad too at losing such a close friend. Well, I think Caesar brought it upon himself. If he had listened to wiser council like my master Brutus had, I think he could have lived to see the new day. But my poor master does not share my opinion. He has barely eaten all day and he has not left his chamber. I think he is afraid of what he has done, perhaps of what he has become. No one will blame him for his actions, if they can even find out that my master was party to those who killed Caesar. Many people wanted that man dead.