Showing posts with label SHAKESPEARE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SHAKESPEARE. Show all posts

Saturday, March 15, 2008

"Beware the Ides of March"

Morte de Césare (Death of Caesar) by Vincenzo Camuccini

The soothsayer's warning to Julius Caesar, "Beware the Ides of March," has forever imbued that date with a sense of foreboding.

In the Roman calendar, the term ides was used for the 15th day of the months of March, May, July, and October, and the 13th day of the other eight months.

In modern times, the term Ides of March (Latin: Idus Martiae) is best known as the date that Julius Caesar was assassinated, in 44 BC, and famously retold in William Shakespeare's play Julius Caesar. The term has come to be used as a metaphor for impending doom (Act 1, scene 2, 15-19).

But the Ides of March assumed a whole new identity after the events of 44 B.C. The phrase came to represent a specific day of abrupt change that set off a ripple of repercussions throughout Roman society and beyond.

Josiah Osgood, an assistant professor of classics at Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., said: "You can read in Cicero's letters from the months after the Ides of March. … He even says, 'The Ides changed everything.'"

Some of my favorite lines from Julius Caesar:


He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men (Cæsar. ACT I Scene 2).

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come (Cæsar. ACT II Scene 2).

Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar (Caesar. ACT III Scene 1).

Cry “Havoc,” and let slip the dogs of war (Antony. ACT III Scene 1).




Wednesday, November 21, 2007

A Thanksgiving Lesson from King Lear


Gratitude is a noble virtue; you have to respect yourself to be grateful to others. Only those who feel blessed can be filled with gratitude. It is a kind of courtesy of the heart.

William Shakespeare's most agonized play, King Lear, grapples with the ingratitude of Lear's daughters toward their royal father. It is an extended contemplation of the Elizabethan virtues of thankfulness and loyalty; and what happens when those virtues are lost. King Lear is betrayed by the older two daughters, who flatter his vanity, while misunderstanding the honest love of his youngest daughter Claudia. Lear is an object lesson in the debts we owe our loved ones.

The duty to "honor one's father and mother" was taken for granted for most of written history. It precedes the prohibition against murder, theft and adultery in the Ten Commandments (Exodus 20: 2-17 and Deuteronomy 5:6-21).

As Shakespeare's aged King Lear is forced to wander over the stormy heath with only his trusted Fool for company, he cries out,

... filial ingratitude!

Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand

For lifting food to it? ...

Ingratitude is a revolt in the body of the family, as if the mouth bites the hand that feeds it.

No, I will weep no more. In such a night

To shut me out! Pour on! I will endure.

In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril!

Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all,-

O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;

No more of that.

Act 3, sc. 4, l. 11-4.

I don't want to take for granite my familial ties. I'm especially thankful for all that my mother and father have done for me the past 36+ years and continue to do!