By Sumiitra Yiohan Sooriaarratchi
“Beware the ides of March.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
Act I, Scene 2
A public place.
Soothsayer: Caesar!
Caesar: Ha! who calls?
Casca: Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!
Caesar:
Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry “Caesar!” Speak, Caesar is turn’d to hear.
Soothsayer:
Beware the ides of March.
Caesar:
What man is that?
Brutus:
A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March
Caesar: Set him before me; let me see his face.
Cassius: Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
Caesar: What say’st thou to me now? speak once again.
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Caesar: He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
Act III, Scene 1
Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.
Caesar: [To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come.
Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
There are no permanent friends or enemies in politics. Julius Caesar found this out the hard way when he was assassinated
