Go
with me to my tent, where you shall see
How
hardly I was drawn into this war,
How
calm and gentle I proceeded still
In
all my writings.
-Octavius Caesar
Antony and Cleopatra Act V, scene i
Line 75
These are the words of Octavius Caesar upon learning of the
death of Antony. For starters, ‘hardly’ in this context means ‘with great
difficulty’. Consider now that Caesar came all the way to Egypt to fight Antony
because Antony was rebelling, sort of. Consider also that Caesar and Antony
were compatriots, even friends, at one point. Caesar does not sound triumphant
in this line. Contrast this with “Taking Comfort” at the severed head of
Macbeth in the 8/27 post. Caesar sounds tired in
this line, and in the lines that lead up to this he’s downright sad. If you
listen to this scene acted out (it’s a pretty short scene and this is the end
of it), which I did, you’ll really get the sadness and resignation in Caesar’s
voice.
I’m not quite sure what Will is making reference to in ‘all
my writings’. There are actual writings of Octavius Caesars that survived, but
this is a little confusing. It’s an interesting little line and it seems to get
more interesting the more I look at it. Like almost all of Will’s stuff.
Somehow the tone of this line reminds me a little of Prospero at the end of The
Tempest when he’s inviting Alonso and his group back to his cell. It’s a very
different play, a comedy as opposed to a tragedy, but there’s just something
about the tone that I find familiar. I can’t help but think that over the
course of thirty-whatever plays that Will wrote that he came to the same place
of human feelings many times, even if this is not what I think it is in regards
to The Tempest specifically. In any event, I think that’s all I’ve got on this
one for today.
The death of the just is like the aurora of a beautiful day which will
never end.
This is a picture I took today of a grave marker on a church
grounds in Southington. It’s the only marker there, and it doesn’t appear to be
a cemetery, but there it was nonetheless. I was struck by the death of the just... epitaph on the
stone more than anything else, and I felt it resonated somehow with the death
of Mark Antony, a death that precipitated today’s Totally Random line.