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 often 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 answered it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest... For Brutus is an honorable man. So are they all, all honorable men. Come I to speak in Caesars funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; and Brutus is an honorable 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 med of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; and Brutus is an honorable 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?