The fact is, that whatever amount of significance or insignificance that line holds, it's in the play. It's Caesar's LAST words, so it has got to mean something. To someone. Maybe no one. Maybe nobody. Or maybe everybody.
Imagine this: you and your friends are at prom. You're about to be crowned as the queen or king. And one of them says, "Yo, Caesar, (your name is probably not Caesar, so fill in your own name here) meet us in the back. We want to give you a little something before the dance." "Alright," you say. Because you love surprises, who doesn't?
You meet your crew in the back. Out of sight from parent chaperones. Everyone is there. Your main hoe however has run off with some loose individual. (I hope you know what I mean by "loose") It's fine though, Brutus and Cassius are there. (your frenemies) Everyone's all like, "Go Casear! You're the coolest." And you're all like, "Yeah b****es, I know." Then that little jerk Casca comes out of the blew and stabs you in the back! The others join in, and you're like, "the hell is this? A human sacrificial ceremony?" Then Brutus approaches and you think, "Okay, Brutus is cool. He'll put an end to this madness." But he doesn't. What does he do instead? Pulls out a knife of his own, and stabs you in the heart! And what else can you think to say but, "you too? We don't even like Casca."
Okay, so probably not. But let's look at it this way...
Let's keep it simple.
You arrive at the prom. Cassius, Casca, Brutus, and the rest of the wannabes are there. You wave to your pals. They look at each other and start whispering. You think, "that's odd." That one awkward kid Arty, you were friends with way back in the day approaches you and says, "Dude, I wouldn't go over there if I were you. Casca's been spreading some pretty nasty rumors about you." Your feelings are a little bruised when you hear this, however, you decide to ignore this slight. Plus, Arty is kind of loser and you don't want people to see that you're actually talking to him/her so you say, "Get in the back of the line crazy pants." and you move on.
You approach your friends, but they don't acknowledge you. Finally Casca breaks the awkward silence, "Um, yeah Caesar we were talking about it, and like we don't really want you as prom Queen, (King) so we're all voting for Brutus." You're shocked. Who did these fools think they were? You're Caesar for Christ sake, they can't do this to you. Yet, they did. "Brutus doesn't even want to be Queen." (King) you say. Then you turn, to get some validation from your good ole pal Brutus. But where is she/he? Across the room. Dancing with your boyfriend/girlfriend. That little ass. Or in other words, "Et tu Brute?"
Mark Antony, as said earlier, is no where to be found for the fickle friend has gone off with some loose individual.
Okay. You think. Poor Caesar. Poor Caesar? Yeah, I guess so...I'm not so sure actually. Pondering about it you begin to wonder...did he deserve it?
Probably.
I mean, what gave Caesar the right to claim the throne of prom Queen/King? What made her/him so great? Thinking about it you realize maybe if Caesar wasn't such a pertinacious little jerk he might have asked his fellow crew mates if any of them wanted to be prom queen/king.
Okay, so probably not. But let's look at it this way...
Let's keep it simple.
You arrive at the prom. Cassius, Casca, Brutus, and the rest of the wannabes are there. You wave to your pals. They look at each other and start whispering. You think, "that's odd." That one awkward kid Arty, you were friends with way back in the day approaches you and says, "Dude, I wouldn't go over there if I were you. Casca's been spreading some pretty nasty rumors about you." Your feelings are a little bruised when you hear this, however, you decide to ignore this slight. Plus, Arty is kind of loser and you don't want people to see that you're actually talking to him/her so you say, "Get in the back of the line crazy pants." and you move on.
You approach your friends, but they don't acknowledge you. Finally Casca breaks the awkward silence, "Um, yeah Caesar we were talking about it, and like we don't really want you as prom Queen, (King) so we're all voting for Brutus." You're shocked. Who did these fools think they were? You're Caesar for Christ sake, they can't do this to you. Yet, they did. "Brutus doesn't even want to be Queen." (King) you say. Then you turn, to get some validation from your good ole pal Brutus. But where is she/he? Across the room. Dancing with your boyfriend/girlfriend. That little ass. Or in other words, "Et tu Brute?"
Mark Antony, as said earlier, is no where to be found for the fickle friend has gone off with some loose individual.
Okay. You think. Poor Caesar. Poor Caesar? Yeah, I guess so...I'm not so sure actually. Pondering about it you begin to wonder...did he deserve it?
Probably.
I mean, what gave Caesar the right to claim the throne of prom Queen/King? What made her/him so great? Thinking about it you realize maybe if Caesar wasn't such a pertinacious little jerk he might have asked his fellow crew mates if any of them wanted to be prom queen/king.
"Maybe we should all just stab Caesar."
And for the love of god, if he hadn't ignored every single person who told him that his friends were a rotten crowd, well...maybe we would have avoided the catastrophe once and for all. But no. Caesar had to be all "too cool for a school" and "I'm above all that."
And for the love of god, if he hadn't ignored every single person who told him that his friends were a rotten crowd, well...maybe we would have avoided the catastrophe once and for all. But no. Caesar had to be all "too cool for a school" and "I'm above all that."
Plus, Arty is a really great kid once you get to know him/her.
But Caesar wouldn't give him the time of day.
So don't forget, NEVER forget: Caesar is a jerk who doesn't deserve a freaking play named after him. He's just your average high school Queen Bee, and he needs to be put in his place.
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