Man, every single year I tell myself I'm going to have an Ides of March party...and every year I forget. Though I'm not really sure what one would do at an Ides of March party...eat...Roman..food? Pretend to stab each other? Imitate creepy soothsayers? But, in honor of this most fateful day, I thought I'd share some moments from Julius Caesar, possibly my favorite of Shakespeare's plays.
Cowards die many times before their deaths,
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have seen,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come. (2.2.34)
Poor Brutus, with himself at war
Forgets the shows of love to other men. (1.2.46)
The ides of March are come.
Ay, Caesar, but not gone. (3.1.1)
And of course...
Et tu, Brute?
Then fall, Caesar! (3.1.77)