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Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears: I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them: The good is oft interréd with their bones. So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answered it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest— For Brutus is an honorable man, So are they all, all honorable men— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says, he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious, And sure he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am, to speak what I do know; You all did love him once, not without cause, What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?— O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.—Bear with me: My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me. |