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 honorable man; So are they all, all honorable 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 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 made 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?
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.