Friends, , 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.

Friends, , countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do after
The good is oft interred with bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner :
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly ,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I 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 for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must till it come back to me.

Friends, , ;
I come to , not to praise him.
The evil that men do them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an ;
So are they all, all men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was
And Brutus is an man.
He hath brought many to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general
Did this in Caesar seem ?
When that the poor have cried, hath :
should be made of stuff:
Yet Brutus he was ;
And Brutus is an .
You all did see that on the
I thrice him a crown,
Which he did thrice : was this ?
Yet says he was ;
And, , he is an man.
I speak not to what Brutus spoke,
But I am to speak what I do .
You all did him once, not without cause:
What cause you then, to for him?
O ! thou art fled to beasts,
And men have lost their . Bear with me;
My is in the there with Caesar,
And I must till it to .