Quot praesunt lacrimae: my Latin

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on. ’Twas on a summer’s evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look, in this place ran Cassius’ dagger through. See what a rent the envious Casca made. Through this the well-belovèd Brutus stabbed, And, as he plucked his cursèd steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knocked or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar’s angel. Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all. For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors’ arms, Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart, And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey’s statue (Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I and you and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity. These are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar’s vesture wounded? Look you here, Antony lifts Caesar’s cloak. Here is himself, marred as you see with traitors.

quot praesunt lacrimae, fiatis fundere prompti. omnibus hic vobis constat bene notus amictus; tempore quem primo – memori mihi credite – Caesar induit, ipse dies aestu cum mollior ibat, castra ubi tenta fuere, die quo vicerat Hainam Belgarumque tribum validum Hanoniensibus arvis. aspicite: hic sica percussit Cassius; immo hic lacerum irrupsit Casca invidiosus amictum; percutit hic scissum delectu Brutus amatus; quin etiam ut Brutus maledictum subtrahit ensem, insequitur, spectate, cruor, velut ocius exit, haud aliter, quam si Brutum reperire volebat, an feriat portas vix comiter, anne vacaret: deliciae nam Brutus erat, sua summa voluptas. volvite, di, quanta Brutum face Caesar amavit! hoc gravius vulnus: fuit haud crudelius ullum; viderat ut Brutum Caesar pulsare, quod armis fortius infidis, mens ingratissima tantum devicit penitus: jacet, en! cor nobile ruptum: os tegit in palla; Pompeii sanguinolenta leto sub statua ruit ingens Caesar ademptus. quantus erat, cives, ibi casus, quanta ruina! quin ego, quin et vos et nos occumbimus omnes; fraus et proditio florebant more cruento. funditis, heu! lacrimas: misereri vulnere tactos percipio, fletum generosum. at fletis amictum Caesaris attactum modo? sed deflectite visum: ipse homo Caesar adest, falsorum saucius actis.