What shall I say
To Atticus? “Caesar and I are friends.”
Or, “Next week I shall sail from Formia
And seek out Pompey.”
There they stand, gouged plain
On the smooth wax. I rub them both out—so!
Caesar, which shall I write? I was your friend.
Pompey has helped me always. Over all
Stands Rome. This war I hate as I hate Hell,
And yet must take one side.... You made the war,