Caesar with his armed hand met him
so fairly as stuck him to the heart, and he fell dead at his feet.
Tuscan, seeing that, cried out, "I love thee, O Caesar! and
therefore will not let thee die, if possible," and running to him,
took him in his arms: but, at the same time, warding a blow that
Caesar made at his bosom, he received it quite through his arm; and
Caesar having not the strength to pluck the knife forth, though he
attempted it, Tuscan neither pulled it out himself, nor suffered it to
be pulled out, but came down with it sticking in his arm; and the
reason he gave for it was, because the air should not get into the
wound. They put their hands across, and carried Caesar between six
of 'em, fainting as he was, and though they thought dead, or just
dying; and they brought him to Parham, and laid him on a couch, and
had the chirurgeon immediately to him, who dressed his wounds, and
sowed up his belly, and used means to bring him to life, which they
effected. We ran all to see him; and, if before we thought him so
beautiful a sight, he was now so altered that his face was like a
death's-head blacked over, nothing but teeth and eye-holes: for some
days we suffered nobody to speak to him, but caused cordials to be
poured down his throat; which sustained his life, and in six or
seven days he recovered his senses: for you must know that wounds
are almost to a miracle cured in the Indies; unless wounds in the
legs, which they rarely ever cure.
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