Bear with me My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me. 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. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. 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. 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. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious And Brutus is an honourable man. 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. 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. The evil that men do lives after them The good is oft interred with their bones So let it be with Caesar. You all did love him once, not without cause:įriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The noble BrutusHath 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 RomeWhose 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 LupercalI 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. But if it overwhelms you to look at Caesar's wounded cloak, how will you feel, kind men, now? Look at this, here is the man-scarred, as you can see, by traitors.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. Oh, now you weep, and I sense that you feel pity. Oh, what a fall it was, my countrymen! Then you and I and all of us fell down, while bloody treason triumphed. And at the base of Pompey's statue, with his cloak covering his face, which was dripping with blood the whole time, great Caesar fell. For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, he understood his beloved Brutus's ingratitude it was stronger than the violence of traitors, and it defeated him, bursting his mighty heart. The gods know how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkind cut of all. For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel. And when he pulled out his cursed dagger, see how Caesar's blood came with it, as if rushing out a door to see if it was really Brutus who was knocking so rudely. Through this hole beloved Brutus stabbed. Study with Quizlet and memorize flashcards containing terms like Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears, The evil that men do lives after them. Look, here's where Cassius's dagger pierced it. It was the day he overcame the Nervii warriors. It was a summer's evening he was in his tent. I remember the first time Caesar ever put it on. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors. Oh, now you weep, and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. Then burst his mighty heart, And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him. Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all. And as he plucked his cursèd steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no. Through this the well-belovèd Brutus stabbed. Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through. 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on.
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