Cote d’Azur: a place where Passion, Devotion and Beauty all unconditionally gather together for love and adventure for they are Aquarius. The compassion they show are of no comparison. They are the heart that once made a man.

The 14th November seemed to hold as much promise of ecstasy as the previous day did but I was risen abruptly by father, he woken me zealously with great force. The floor shook. From my 2nd floor bedroom in my petite little blue cottage I felt the rumble. In a rush, my heart beat matched the rhythms of the thud as my heart began to explode emotions around my body however I was still staunch. Father had swept me of my feet in a last-ditch effort to sway me downstairs and when I had landed I was hustled under the living room table. My father followed but strenuously pushed me to the corner in which the floor was confronted by the wall.

I could feel him now, crushing my ribs with his ape-like hands. I know he is trying to protect me but it hurts. I could almost taste the fear drenching my father’s forehead as it tried to escape him but it was to no avail as his arms tighten around my lower abdomen just as I felt my gut expanding. The sudden yank caused my brain to drift to a delusional state and the confrontation that floor and wall had turn into a brawl for territory, their truce broken. Fortunately as my queasiness arose the bombing became sympathetic and inconsistent, my father’s grip: unlatched. It’s over.

But now it’s night, and I stay still on my swing looking out into a town of silence and deviation. The cheers of last night perish along with the lights. A population of 40,000 turned into a single set of eyes. But I feel a second pair glance behind me. I know the pair belong to my father but I’m shaking. I’m too afraid to turnaround. Only the cool breeze from my father’s fields can comfort me, engulf me, protect me now when I need it most. But we both knew that with all our might we couldn’t stop father, his strength; untouchable. My words too weak compared to his voice. Our durability pointless compared to his power. But this is man I do not recognize. His faded brown hair still remained plumed square face. His pointy ears and clean-shaven chin seemed to keep his youth whilst his baby blue eyes in which I saw myself in, went cold. His towering physique seemed so affectionate. His physical stature remained yet something was missing. What has war done to my father? He was no longer a man but a beast.

In this scene I have learnt how manipulative Antony is and his own selfish agenda. In the funeral speech promised the people of Rome all of Rome (money, property and power) however in this act Antony, behind closed doors says:

‘Fetch the hither, and we shall DETERMINE how to cut off some charge in the LEGACIES’

By him and octavius determining what happens with the will it takes the power away from the people as well as cutting off the legacies meaning Antony has more money for the civil war that will happen.

The purpose of this scene was to create a turning point in the play for Brutus and the conspiracy (the wheel of fortune). Antony uses his ability of speech to convince the crowd of how great Ceaser is as well as reducing Brutus’ creadablility (this is done through the repeation of ‘Brutus is an honourable man’ causing the phrase to lose it meaning)

‘I am no orator, as Brutus is’ 

This quote is a great example of how Antony directly lies to the public, as we all know of how well Antony has spoken thus far, to convince the public of how ‘honourable’ Brutus is as well as drawing himself away from the conspiracy so it is very clear to the public that there is two sides; Ceaser and Brutus.

Starts with everyone gathering in the Capitol and Artemidous attempting to speak to and warn Caeser ‘Delay not, Caeser, read it instantly (the letter written in the previous act to Ceaser about the forthcoming events)’

Caeser is then all alone with the conspiracy and casca delivers the first blow, many more are dealt before Brutus delivers the finally blow.

The conspiracy relish in their actions (Cassius) but my fear it is not for the greater good of Rome to tell the people; Brutus who is unsure if what he did was right as he says ‘how many times shall Caeser bleed in sport’ suggesting it’s for entertainment and a selfish act, not for a good cause.