So it is over; you have won at last,
And our long struggle ends and with it Rome,
The Rome that was the glory of the past,
Whose stripped fleets ruled the seas, shaking the foam
From their proud prows. They brought a freedom then.
Freedom and the Republic. Once. No more.
Well, it was fated, my most trusted men
Failed me at need; as your chiefs will fail you,
O Caesar! You I neither fear nor hate.
We strove not with each other but with fate.