Note: The Pictures Taken Below Are All Of Me When I Had Hair... Therefore... I look real bad. I swear, I was so ugly. But whatever...
Characters:
Julius Caesar - Ohav's Little Brother
Everyone Else - Ohav
With a Special Surprise Guest... MICHAEL DEPASQUALE
Act 1 Scene 1
I marched onto the streets of Rome with Flavius where we witnessed hundreds of men and women patiently waiting out in the street to see the oh-so-amazing-Julius-Caesar march through the city. Dear Flavius told off a cobbler who was not working to see Caesar, and I observed the people in the crowd as I slowly got angrier and angrier. Caesar’s victory over Pompey was not that marvelous as the people made it to be. Eventually, I got real upset and preached to the crowd, Flavius even said I looked angrier than he has ever seen me since our days in the military. I was then instructed by Flavius to go to the capitol hill and remove any crowns from Caesar’s statues and I did so. – Maurullus
" O you hard hearts, you cručl men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day with patient expectation
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome."
Act 1 Scene 2
I am somewhat lost. On one hand I have this long commitment to Caesar, but Brutus does have some good points. I am sorry, I am getting ahead of myself... Let me tell you how it started. Cassius pulled me aside during Caesar's walk through Rome. He asked me if I could see myself, and I said I couldn't. He then told me a story about how once him and Caesar were sailing across the Tiber and Caesar fell in the water and he had to save him. It humanized Caesar a lot and made me wonder about how great this man really is when his life was in the hands of his accomplice. Casca then came and told us about how Antony offered Caesar the crown three times, but Caesar refused us. Ha. Now he's too big for that... I'm beginning to see how he operates... - Brutus
" No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things"
Act 1 Scene 3
Casca attained to me and told me the plan the senators have to make Caesar the king. All I had to say was that if that's what were to happen, then I know where I will wear my dagger. I have yet to destroy this tyrant and what better opportunity is there than now? Casca is with us now. He told me that he agrees with me when I said that Rome is merely rubbish to be burned by Caesar's fire. Cinna then came and I announced that the final step in our plan to put a stop to Caesar's tyranny is to get Brutus on our side. That shouldn't be a problem. - Cassius
" I know where I will wear this dagger then.
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong.
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat."
Act 2 Scene 1
He is being absolutely ridiculous! First of all, he is my husband, for heaven's sake! If something is bothering him, I think I deserve the right to know... Not because I'm nosey or anything, but so I can help him. Ever since the day where Caesar marched through the streets of Rome, he just hasn't been himself. Every time Cassius pays him a visit he looks more and more puzzled. I knew Cassius is bad news. A few nights ago, I overheard them talking and all I could make out was Cassius telling my husband to join him on a mission of some sort. Usually, Brutus is very eager to help his fellow men with things, but he seemed hesitant about this "mission". I could tell in his voice. I just wish I knew what was wrong... - Portia
" If this were true, then should I know this secret.
I grant I am a woman, but withal
A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife."
Act 2 Scene 2
Calpurnia can not sleep. She woke up three times in the middle of the night screaming about my death. I can't ignore it anymore - something is up, she says. However, I don't think anything can really interfere with fate - and besides, he who lives his life as a coward, doesn't really live at all now, does he? - Caesar
" Cowards die many times before their deaths.
The valiant never taste of death but once."
Act 2 Scene 3
I have a letter I wish to read to Caesar as soon as possible. He must be especially aware of Brutus. Along with him he needs to stay away from Casca, Cassius, Trebonus and others. I am currently waiting along the path Caesar is scheduled to walk through so I could give this letter to him. I can not think of how tragic it would be if Caesar were to be killed. If I only give him this letter he might still have a chance to live. – Artemidorus
"If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live.
If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive."
Act 2 Scene 4
I sent one of Brutus’ servants to the capitol to go check up on Julius. A soothsayer then came in and I asked him if my husband went up to the capitol yet. The man told me he hasn’t, but that he has something important he wishes to tell Brutus. The man then left and went to the crowded street to look for Julius. I could sense a sense of fear and excitement on his face as he marched down the steps. I hope everything will be okay. – Portia
" Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord.
Say I am merry. Come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee."
Act 3 Scene 1
We entered the senate and everything seemed normal. Brutus could not look me in the eye whilst speaking to me though, which I thought was quite peculiar. The meeting was a blur, but all I can remember is a sharp pain in my stomach, but I couldn't make out the faces... However, I regained my sight for a split second when I felt what had to be the sixth sharp pain in my upper torso. Brutus was standing on top of me with a dagger in his hand covered in blood. I realized then what had happened. I looked around and saw the faces of the men I had once called my own flesh and blood with... My own flesh and blood on them. If this is how it has to be, then be it. I look at them from above with pity and disappointment. - Caesar
"Et tu, Bruté?—Then fall, Caesar.
(dies)"
Act 3 Scene 2
It was a disaster. It was such an awful, pompous, decision to decide to speak first. My oration went quite well, actually, don't get me wrong. I moved the crowd and had absolute control of them using the rhetorical questions Casca told me all about. In the end, I had convinced them that the killing of Caesar was justified and I even seemed like somewhat of a hero in their eyes when I told them how much I loved Rome, ha! As if! Then that bloody bastard Marc Antony went after me and his lousy speech appeared so much better to the primitive crowd when he brought out the body of Caesar. Damn. I knew I should've disposed of it better... The Roman crowd at the end of his speech completely looked down upon us and I am fearful of what might happen next. - Brutus
" We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
Take up the body."
Act 3 Scene 3
I could've sworn it was him! He was dressed in expensive embroidery clothing and he even said his name was Cinna! Angry, me and a couple of my buddies beat him up and left him bleeding on the ground. I felt accomplished... As if I did something for my country. I could remember the man saying that he was merely Cinna the Poet, Not the conspirator... So I said we should still kill him because he probably had bad verses with an awful name like that. - Plebian
" It is no matter. His name's Cinna. Pluck but his name out
of his heart and turn him going."
Act 4 Scene 1
I met up with Octavius and Lepidus to discuss further matters about the upcoming conquest. Lepidus said that he is willing to sacrifice his brother if Antony would sacrifice his nephew. I then asked Octavius if Lepidus is a worthy enough man to rule Rome - he said he is, but I still have my doubts. Then Octavius described Lepidus as a "tired, valiant soldier" - and all I replied with was "so is my horse". Ha. - Antony
" So is my horse, Octavius, and for that
I do appoint him store of provender"
Act 5 Scene 4
I saw the ghost of Caesar cry to me across the battlefield and I knew that it was time. The men tried to persuade me to not follow through with this, but I had to do this. A noble death is better than noble living, some say - and this is why I did this. By killing myself, I explain - I am not only avenging Caesar's death, but I am also doing a deed twice as pure as the actual killing of Caesar. And as I ran up against the sharp sword, my inevitable destiny hath come to me through the form of a metal blade to my chest. And thus, I ended my life. - Brutus
"Caesar, now be still.
I killed not thee with half so good a will.
(dies)"
