Julius Caesar

by William Shakespeare

Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,

Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart; Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.

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ANTONY

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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

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Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.

Antony is poetic

With this I depart,--that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones;

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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.

You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?

My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.

There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.

But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there.

Poignant

And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!

I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend;

Go to; you are not, Cassius.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.

You love me not. BRUTUS I do not like your faults. CASSIUS A friendly eye could never see such faults. BRUTUS A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.

Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

Speak to me what thou art. GHOST Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

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For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then, this parting was well made.

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And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, Guide thou the sword. PINDARUS stabs him Caesar, thou art revenged, Even with the sword that kill'd thee. Dies

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O hateful error, melancholy's child, Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not?

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Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they Put on my brows this wreath of victory, And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?

Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. Kills himself

O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.

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Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

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Farewell, good Strato. Runs on his sword Caesar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Dies

ANTONY This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world 'This was a man!'