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| 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 amitious |
| 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 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 was an honorable 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 from mourning him? | o judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts |
| and men have lost their reason. | bare with me |
| my heart is in the coffin there with caesar | and i must pause till it comes back to me |
