For Caesar, For Rome

Ay, the Ides of March are surely here Hark Caesar’s words, these that are true For the time of prosperity is certainly near This, being reassured by the dawning sun’s yellow hue Romans, countrymen, what opportunities shall we avail? Do we not pay our dues to the good Caesar in the day? And surely we must do the same by night, as the moon shines pale So shall our dear Caesar be thought highly of in his glorious array Doth my eyes be deceitful, a fellow Roman with an evil intention? Surely, this Brutus cannot be so daring To slay the Great Caesar of such humble discretion How now will Rome be so forbearing? For there are snakes in the shrubbery, and slowly do they slither And the very grass upon which they lay, surely does wither