The night before the 15th, Cæsar’s wife, Calpurnia, tossed in her sleep, breaking out at length into sobs as though in great sorrow. She was dreaming that she held in her arms the dead body of her husband.
In the morning she begged him with tears not to go to the Senate-house that day.
At length her tears and the warnings that had reached him, made him first hesitate and then yield to her entreaties.
Meanwhile the senators had assembled, among them the conspirators armed with daggers which were concealed in the cases of their writing stilus.
When Cæsar did not come they grew impatient. What had happened? Had he perchance discovered their treachery? The conspirators were uneasy, and they found it hard to conceal their uneasiness.
At length Decimus Brutus, one of their number, offered to go to see why Cæsar had not come, and if necessary to entice him to the Senate.
Decimus found Cæsar at home, cast down by evil omens and by the fears of Calpurnia.
Then Decimus pretended to laugh at the great Cæsar for being disturbed by such forebodings. He scoffed at the soothsayer and his prediction that evil would befall Cæsar on the Ides of March, he mocked at the story of evil omens. ‘Will Cæsar let it be told that because of such things he would not come to the Senate-house?’ said the false friend.
Perhaps Cæsar was half ready to laugh at his own fears, but in any case the words of Decimus hurt his pride, and in spite of all that Calpurnia could urge, he determined to go back with Decimus to the Senate.
It was now about eleven o’clock. As Cæsar crossed the hall of his house, his bust fell and broke in pieces.