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Antony:
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 judgement, 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.
First Citizen:
Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
Second Citizen:
If thou consider rightly of the matter,
Caesar has had great wrong.
Third Citizen:
Has he, masters?
I fear there will a worse come in his place.
Fourth Citizen:
Mark’d ye his words? He would not take the crown;
Therefore ’tis certain he was not ambitious.
First Citizen:
If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
Second Citizen:
Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
Third Citizen:
There’s not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
Fourth Citizen:
Now mark him; he begins again to speak.