‘There is a Tide in the Affairs of Men’

Brutus tells Cassius to act while everything is going his way, or be left with nothing but regrets.

set in 42 BC

Introduction

Brutus, Caesar’s assassin, is urging Cassius to march on Philippi to meet Octavius (Octavian) and Anthony in the struggle for power in Rome. Cassius is reluctant, but Brutus argues that it must be now or never.

OUR legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
The enemy increaseth every day;
We, at the height, are ready to decline.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries:
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

From ‘Julius Caesar’ (Act IV, Scene 3), by William Shakespeare. The BBC has put the whole of ‘Julius Caesar’ on YouTube.
Précis
Brutus points out that while their own forces are at their peak, and can only weaken, Octavius and Antony are getting stronger. So this, he tells Cassius, is one of those times when an opportunity must be grasped with both hands, because it will never come again, and all that will be left is bitter regret.
Questions for Critics

1. What is the author aiming to achieve in writing this?

2. Note any words, devices or turns of phrase that strike you. How do they help the author communicate his ideas more effectively?

3. What impression does this passage make on you? How might you put that impression into words?

Based on The English Critic (1939) by NL Clay, drawing on The New Criticism: A Lecture Delivered at Columbia University, March 9, 1910, by J. E. Spingarn, Professor of Comparative Literature in Columbia University, USA.

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