Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. 82 I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
ANTONY
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. 82
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. 83
The evil that men do lives after them; 84
The good is oft interrèd with their bones. 85
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus 86
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious. 87
If it were so, it was a grievous fault, 88
And grievously hath Caesar answered it. 89
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest 90
(For Brutus is an honorable man; 91
So are they all, all honorable men), 92
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral. 93
He was my friend, faithful and just to me, 94
But Brutus says he was ambitious, 95
And Brutus is an honorable man. 96
He hath brought many captives home to Rome, 97
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill. 98
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? 99
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; 100
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. 101
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, 102
And Brutus is an honorable man. 103
You all did see that on the Lupercal 104
I thrice presented him a kingly crown, 105
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? 106
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, 107
And sure he is an honorable man. 108
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, 109
But here I am to speak what I do know. 110
You all did love him once, not without cause. 111
What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for 112
him?—113
O judgment, thou < art > fled to brutish beasts, 114
And men have lost their reason!—Bear with me; 115
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, 116
And I must pause till it come back to me. 117
< He weeps. >
