Caesar returns in triumph to Rome and the people pour out of their homes to celebrate. Alarmed by the autocrat’s popularity, the educated élite conspire to bring him down. After his assassination, civil war erupts on the streets of the capital. Nicholas Hytner’s production will thrust the audience into the street party that greets Caesar’s return, the congress that witnesses his murder, the rally that assembles for his funeral and the chaos that explodes in its wake.
Tony Grech-Smith
Director
David Calder
Julius Caesar
Michelle Fairley
Caius Cassius
David Morrissey
Mark Antony
Ben Whishaw
Marcus Brutus
Wendy Kweh
Calpurnia / Varro
Leaphia Darko
Portia
Fred Fergus
Lucius / Cinna the Poet / Street Band
Kit Young
Octavius Caesar / Street Band
Mark Penfold
Lepidus / Caius Ligarius / Soothsayer
Adjoa Andoh
Casca
Nick Sampson
Cinna
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