“There is but one mind in all these men,

and it is bent against Caesar. If thou beest not

immortal, look about you. Security gives way to

conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee!

Thy lover,

Artemidorus”

 

Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,

And as a suitor will I give him this.

My heart laments that virtue cannot live

Out of the teeth of emulation.

If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live.

If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.

—William Shakespeare,
Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 3