Something that resonated greatly with me while reading Julius Caesar was this theme of opposing sides, or rather two sides of the same coin. There is a debate between Cassius and Brutus as to whether our lives are dependent upon our own actions or rather fate (“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings” [1.2. 140-141]). Similarly, there is this ongoing contrast between reason/rationality and superstition/irrationality. However, I am most interested in exploring the power of faces, or private versus public life in Julius Caesar. The public image of a person is quite different from the private, yet (to draw the image again) they are two sides of the same coin, or rather face. Though they show the same physical appearance, it is apparent that some characters in this play seem split and caught between who they are as a person and how they are seen in the public eye.
This theme was looming over my head as I was reading Julius Caesar. At first, I was hesitant to choose it because I thought that perhaps I was going on too many limbs, but I ultimately decided that maybe I can clarify some things for myself as I write and explore this theme of public versus private faces. The most obvious example of this split identity is Julius Caesar himself. As we read, it is easier to view Caesar as a thing rather than a person. There are more times he is spoken-of, praised, and plotted against than times he has appeared and spoken in the play. (I mean, the guy dies in Act III…). Nevertheless, it is nearly forgotten by the people of Rome and the conspirators (Brutus, especially) that behind this elevated, monarch-like leader is a human being. Caesar’s public image is one of strength and perfection. The people adore him, and he is even able to break through the barriers of the republic, if he so wished to do so. Caesar even views himself as this immortal, god-like figure:
I could be well moved, if I were as you;
If I could pray move, prayers would move me.
But I am constant as the Northern Star,
Of whose true-fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks;
They are all fire, and every one doth shine.
But there’s but one in all doth hold his place.
So in the world: ‘tis furnished well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive,
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank
Unshaked of motion; and that I am he
Let me a little show it, even in this:
That I was constant Cimber should be banished
And constant do remain to keep him so.
(3.1 59-73)
It is easy to assume that Caesar forgets he is like any other, but rather lives in this fantasy where he is such a praised and important being. Although he does acknowledge that they are all stars, he also recognizes men as “flesh and blood” while he remains strong and resolute. By comparing himself to the northern star, he is elevating himself as a constant ruler. This also leads him to believe his voice is law, which is everything the Republic is against and all that the Monarchy is for. On the other hand, Caesar’s private image is practically on the opposite side of the spectrum. Caesar is described as this ailing man who is deaf in one ear and has epilepsy. Cassius even complains to Brutus how he saved Caesar’s life when they were once in the river:
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried, ‘Help me, Cassius, or I sink!’
I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
Did I the tired Caesar; and this man
Is now become a god, and Cassius is
A wretched creature and must bend his body
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
(1.2 110-118)
What I find so fascinating about this is that we are given an actual scenario where we see Caesar as a mortal being. He would have drowned had it not been for Cassius, and yet as Cassius states in line 116, Caesar has “become a god.” His public image has disillusioned his private image. This could have led Caesar straight to his death sentence, especially in the scene where he defies Calpurnia and goes out even though she believes it to be unsafe. His ambition and public image ultimately out-wins his private life when Decius persuades him to go accept the crown. It could be argued that Caesar has lost sight of his vulnerable human self, and thus was killed by the stabbings. But even after death, Caesar’s public image did not die; in fact, you could say it is immortal, even if his mortal body lies cold.
The second instance lies with Brutus. Brutus is very obviously the most beloved character in Julius Caesar. Though Caesar is worshipped, he has enemies. Brutus, however, does not; he is beloved by the people of Rome, his wife, his friends, and, above all, Caesar himself. Brutus uses the “greater good” as his alibi to blanket his private image. This is evident in his restraint in confiding in his wife, Portia, and by soothing himself into killing his close friend, Caesar. In Act II Scene I, the conspirators contemplate also killing Mark Antony. Brutus, however, states, “For Antony is but a limb of Caesar. Let’s be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius” (2.1 165-166). Brutus’s public identity is confident in his plan to rid Rome of Caesar. He pushes all personal thoughts away and focuses on the good of Rome and the republic.
Another interesting factor concerning Brutus is the two reports of Portia’s death. The first is intimate; he speaks with Cassius about how he is “sick of many griefs” (4.3 143). He opens up to Cassius about Portia killing herself by swallowing fire or coals out of despair and impatience of his absence (4.3 152-155). It seems really emotional and even pulls on our heartstrings as readers. Brutus is affected, and it sheds light on his personal life and love for Portia. However, not long after Brutus receives word from Messala that Portia is dead and he acts as though it was the first time he has heard the news (even with Cassius right there), which even Messala finds strange: “Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala. With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now” (4.3 189-191). I find this to be a raw example of Brutus’s public face, as opposed to his private face. What seems like moments before, Brutus is lamenting her death with Cassius and drinking wine to “bury all unkindness” (4.3 158) and yet very soon after, he rashly says that everyone must die at some point. Even if this was not Shakespeare’s intent, it is interesting and curiously representative to this game of faces these men like to play.
Caesar and Brutus, both, in different fashions harden and dehumanize themselves into political robotic-like figures, void of any humane attachment if it interferes with Rome and the public good, whatever they believe that to be. Their public images interfered greatly with their personal lives, to the point where they melded together and by the end, they both met their untimely demises.