Julius Caesar

Marullius and Flavius scold Roman Citizens for worshiping Caesar.
Too powerful is he.

Caesar desires to place shackles and chains on Roman Citizens
who from oppression are free.

A soothsayer warns Caesar with words that say,
"Beware the ides of March. Thou shalt perish that day."

By Caesar, the fair warning is fatally ignored.
Of course, it must be or he would not die by the sword.

If he believed the soothsayer, on the ides of March he would stay in bed
and thereby assassinate the fate and the assassins' daggers that shall strike him dead.

Conspire against Caesar is what they must do,
Cassius, Casca, and Brutus too.

Destiny sees to it that the deed is done.
The ides of March and Caesar become one.

Daggers fall on the flesh of that day.
"Et tu, Brute?..." is all he could say.

His last words bled from the day's bloody brawl.
New weeds hatch from the mud of Caesar's fall.

Each weed does his best to blossom his flower.
Brutus, Cassius, Octavius, and Antony vie for power.

"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears:"
A stirring speech by Antony brings citizens to tears.

Friends of Caesar, Antony and Octavius fight a civil war
against Brutus and Cassius to even the score.

What is destiny's script? What doth fate have in store?
I won't spoil the ending; so I'll say no more.

"I pray thee, what happens next?" you impatiently say?
The Bard shall tell thee when you watch or read his play.