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“JULIUS CAESAR” © 2004. Okihei Enterprise, Ltd. All Rights Reserved. Tribute to Richard Chamberlain |
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Stuart Burge Writing credits
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The Story
Caesar enters, followed by his wife Calphurnia, and several senators, including his friend, Marc Antony. They are on their way to the celebration of Lupercal, a Roman festival. He is stopped in his path by a soothsayer, a person who can tell the future, and told "beware the Ides of March" The Ides of March was the middle of the month, or March 15th, which is just around the corner. They continue on their way to the festivities. Brutus and Cassius remain behind. Cassius talks to Brutus about how powerful Caesar has become, and implies that he is undeserving. The conversation is punctuated several times by cheers from the nearby celebration. Caesar returns with his entourage, in a state of disorder and unease. He sees Cassius and Brutus, and speaks to Antony about his distrust of Cassius, saying "Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look". They leave, continuing their conversation.
Later that night (the night before the ides of March) Brutus reads the anonymous notes sent by Cassius and says, " Th'abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power." Cassius and the others arrive, and Brutus shakes hands with all of them, joining their conspiracy. They discuss the possibility of killing Antony as well as Caesar, but Brutus convinces them that Antony is harmless, and that he should live. They leave, with an agreement to show themselves "true Romans". Brutus' wife, Portia enters and confronts Brutus about his recent behavior. She asks him to tell her what's troubling him. She believes a husband should confide in his wife and has wounded her own leg, to prove that she can stoically bear pain, as well as keep his secrets. He agrees to tell her later. The next morning at Caesar's house, Calphurnia demands that Caesar stay at home. She's had nightmares about Caesar's murder so he agrees to stay home, and instructs Decius (a conspirator) to tell the Senate. Decius hints that Caesar would be laughed at if he chooses to stay at home because of his wife's dreams. Caesar decides to go, calling Calphurnia's fears foolish. When he arrives at the Capitol, several conspirators gather around him, pretending to beg him to change his mind about a decision he's made. As the conspirators crowd around Caesar, he refuses them and insults them. Crying "Speak hands for me!" Casca stabs Caesar, the rest of the senators follow suit. Brutus, the last one, strikes as Caesar says "Et tu, Brute?" ("And you Brutus?") Brutus tells the conspirators to bathe their hands in Caesar's blood, and proclaim Rome's freedom from tyranny. Antony mourns the death of Caesar, but does not confront the assassins. He asks to speak at Caesar's funeral. Brutus agrees, over Cassius' objections. Alone with Caesar's body, Antony praises his
friend and curses his murderers.
In his speech, Antony praises Caesar, and calls Brutus and his fellow conspirators honorable men. Then he questions Brutus assessment of Caesar's ambition. He speaks about his love for Caesar, and moves the crowd to pity. He shows the crowd Caesar's bloody, torn cloak, and describes his death. The people demand revenge and begin to riot. As the crowd storms away, Antony says, "Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot". We find out that Brutus and Cassius have been forced to flee Rome. The armies of Brutus and Cassius meet outside of Rome. Cassius and Brutus have a passionate argument, with accusations flying between them, until Cassius offers to kill himself. When they finally reconcile, Brutus tells Cassius that Portia is dead, having killed herself by swallowing fire. They learn that Antony and Octavius, with their armies, are approaching, having put 100 senators to death. The night before the battle, Caesar's ghost
appears to Brutus in his tent.
Cassius, mistakenly believing that all is lost,
orders a soldier to stab him. He dies, saying, "Caesar, thou art revenged,
even with the sword that killed thee" Titinius and Brutus arrive to tell
Cassius of their victory, and discover he is dead.
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| Caesar was chosen counsel for the fourth time and went into Spain to make war with the sons of Pompey, who were very young. The greatest batlle fought between them in this civil war was her at Munda, and they put Caesar himself in great danger of his life. He slew 30,000 of them in the field and lost of his own men 1,000 of the best he had. This was the last war that Caesar made, and on his return to Rome, the people named him perpetual dictator. Hail.....Caesar. Caesar, Caesar, Caesar. |
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| Is this a holiday?
You sir, what trade are you? Trade? One which I hope I can use with a safe consience. Which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad soles. We make a holiday to see Caesar, and we rejoice in his triumph! Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? |
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| You worse than senseless things! You hard hearts! You cruel men of Rome, knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft have you climbed up to walls to battlement and towers, to windows, aye, on chimney tops to see the great Pompey pass the streets of Rome. And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way that comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Begone. Run to your houses. |
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| Caesar! Caesar! Peace, ho. Caesar speaks.
Calpurnia. Here my lord. Stand you directly in Antonius way. Antonius. Caesar, my lord. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, to touch Calpurdia, for our elders say the barren touches in this holy case, shake off their sterile curse. I shall remember. When Caesar says, "Do this," it is performed. Cet on, and leave no ceremony out. |
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| Caesar!
Who calls? Bid every noice be still. Peace yet again! Beware of ides of march! Beware of ides of march! What man is that? A soothsayer bids you to beware the ides of march. See him before me, let me see his face. Look upon Caesar. Beware of ides of march! He is a dreamer. Let us leave him, pass. |
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