The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks. If I could pray to move, prayers would move me. Cimber’s fellow conspirators echo his plea, prostrating themselves before Caesar, who finally declares in disgust, He makes this claim as he arrogantly dismisses the petition of Metellus Cimber, who pleads for the reversal of his brother’s banishment. Literally minutes before he is stabbed to death by a posse of conspiring senators, Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar declares himself to be the lone unshakeable, unmoving, stalwart man among his flip-flopping compatriots. … and I don’t particularly mean that as a compliment.
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