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"Et tu, Brute?" (pronounced [ɛt ˈtuː ˈbruːtɛ]) is a Latin phrase often used poetically to represent the last words of Roman dictator Julius Caesar to his friend Marcus Brutus at the moment of his assassination. While it can be variously translated as "Even you, Brutus?", "You too, Brutus?", "Thou too, Brutus?" or "And thou, Brutus?," the most literal translation is "And you, Brutus?" Immortalized by Shakespeare's Julius Caesar (1599), the quotation is widely used in Western culture to signify the utmost betrayal.
On March 15 (the Ides of March), 44 BC, Caesar was attacked by a group of senators, including Marcus Junius Brutus, Caesar's close friend. Caesar initially resisted his attackers, but when he saw Brutus, he supposedly spoke those words and resigned himself to his fate.
Caesar's last words are not known with certainty and are a contested subject among scholars and historians alike. The phrase Et tu, Brute?, maintains its familiarity from William Shakespeare's play Julius Caesar (1599), where it actually forms the first half of a macaronic line: "Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar!" Shakespeare in turn was making use of a phrase already in common use in his time: it appears for example, in Richard Eedes's Latin play Caesar Interfectus of 1582 and The True Tragedie of Richarde Duke of Yorke &c of 1595, a source work for Henry VI, Part 3.
Neprijetna je oddaljenost od tu
Do zaupanja v te ljudi
Za katere tudi ubijal bi
Dokler jim sovranik ne zaspi
Vse kar smo imeli je izginilo in ti
No v hrbet zdaj nam bi zasadil
Krivo vero si nekje pobral
In vse nas izdal
Zdaj od mene krade denar za te ivali
Na obrazu tvojem vrag ki bi mi
Spustil metek med o
Za ime heroja
To ime ki ni vredno nikjer
In to grize me naprej
V zmago zrem a ti ob meni
O naslednji dan
Vse je to zaman
Ko boli o tebi ni
Niti sledu
Vsaka moja alost tebi da sijaj
V meni smeh a ti o
i rosi naskrivaj
Vse prekleto bi na mene zlil bi na mene zlil
Ponos svoj krepil
Brez oblike si obsojen na obup
V moje ile se zare kakor strup
Nae sanje bi prodal
Za ime heroja
To ime ki ni vredno nikjer
In to me grize naprej
V zmago zrem a ti ob meni
A na koncu
Vsaka moja alost tebi da sijaj
V meni smeh a ti o
i rosi zakaj
Vse prekleto bi na mene zlil a al
Vse prekleto bi na mene zlil a al
Nae sanje in ivljenje bi prodal
In to grize me naprej
V zmago zrem a ti ob meni
O naslednji dan
Vse je to zaman
Ko boli o tebi ni