The title The Tragedy of Julius Caesar really gave that one away. There’s murder, betrayal, loss and all of the usual tragic elements; there aren’t really even many funny parts; and there’s absolutely no sex. However, this play doesn't end on a completely negative note – there’s some definite justice at the end, where you feel like your heroes are somewhat vindicated. Hamlet dies senselessly, Macbeth hasn’t learned anything, Romeo and Juliet die from misunderstandings and bad timing – all of the other tragedies leave a little to be desired. But in this play, though the end is unhappy, you leave with a real sense of poetic justice – Brutus did die, but he died by his own hands, on his own terms. Better yet, he did right by his friend Caesar, and having recognized that he had failed in the big picture, he proceeded as nobly as he could. The tragedy isn’t in the hope that things could’ve turned out better, but that this grief and loss was a necessary way to tell the story of an inherently tragic figure on a tragic quest

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