Julius Caesar Rhetorical Analysis

Words: 1440
Pages: 6

The palace doors opened, and Roman guards violently shoved an unkempt man onto the ground. The guards did not care how they treated him, for he had lost their respect after he had been caught attempting to steal from a highly respected individual in Rome. An attempt to get up was made by the man, but the moment he saw the gleam of gold and the lavish decorations of a throne, he immediately backed down and bowed. He was not going to risk getting himself into further trouble for not having basic manners in front of his emperor. “You may go,” the emperor, Julius Cesar, instructed. The criminal’s head followed the guards as they walked out of the room, thanking their lord. Once they left, Julius turned his attention to the man, glaring at the criminal. …show more content…
“Since it is not a small crime you will not be thrown into a cell for years on end, nor will you be executed immediately.” Immediately. That meant Octavius was to be killed, no matter what decision Julius would make. “Instead, you shall be a part of my upcoming gladiatorial fight!” Julius beamed, though there were no traces of kindness or even the slightest bit of sympathy hidden behind it. Only a twisted sickness was evident in that smile, a sickness that could only be treated with blood and the cries of the damned. Octavius had heard what Julius had said, but once the words ‘gladiatorial’ had left Julius’s mouth, it was as if his whole world had shut down and only he was there. He didn’t feel the disgusted gaze of Julius anymore, instead he only felt the sudden pang of dread and regret stirring inside of him. Why had he decided to try to steal from such a powerful man? Why do you need to be a member? Of course he had his reason behind ithe needed gold for him and his family, but why did he even think about trying to steal from a king? “You can wallow in despair later,” Julius remarked rather snarking, “right now you must be put with filth similar to you.” A scowl appeared on Octavius’s …show more content…
Everyday had Octavius on edge since he had no idea when Julius would come down here and force all of his prisoners to fight until they were dead. “They took him,” Lucius murmured one morning. “Took who?” Octavius asked, not knowing what Lucius was talking about. Lucius jerked his head towards the left. There was an empty spot where the young blonde man used to sit. It took a while for Octavius to fully understand what Lucius was trying to hint at, and when he finally understood, his heart sank. “Said he wasn’t cut out for a gladiatorial match,” Lucius explained, looking at the ground. “They said that the people deserve to be entertained, and that it wouldn’t make sense to include someone who would die the moment they walked into the Colosseum.” Hearing this information was painful. The man looked so young, like he had barely become an adult, and they decided to kill him just because he was considered weak. A grimace formed on Octavius’s face. He wanted to avenge the death of the youthful man, even if he had never got to know