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− | + | Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; | |
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− | + | I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. | |
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− | + | The evil that men do lives after them; | |
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+ | The good is oft interred with their bones; | ||
− | + | So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus | |
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+ | Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: | ||
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+ | If it were so, it was a grievous fault, | ||
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+ | And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it. | ||
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+ | Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest– | ||
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+ | For Brutus is an honourable man; | ||
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+ | So are they all, all honourable men– | ||
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+ | Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral. | ||
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+ | He was my friend, faithful and just to me: | ||
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+ | But Brutus says he was ambitious; | ||
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+ | And Brutus is an honourable man. | ||
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+ | 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; | |
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− | + | And Brutus is an honourable man. | |
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+ | You all did see that on the Lupercal | ||
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+ | I thrice presented him a kingly crown, | ||
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+ | Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? | ||
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+ | Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; | ||
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+ | And, sure, he is an honourable man. | ||
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+ | I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, | ||
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+ | But here I am to speak what I do know. | ||
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+ | You all did love him once, not without cause: | ||
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+ | What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? | ||
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+ | O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, | ||
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+ | And men have lost their reason. Bear with me; | ||
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+ | My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, | ||
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+ | And I must pause till it come back to me. |
Revision as of 05:58, 3 May 2022
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 interred 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 answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable 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 honourable 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 honourable 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 honourable 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.