Brutus introduces Antony to the crowd and closes his speech by restating that he slew his best friend for Rome's sake and that he will turn the same dagger on himself if his country ever needs his death. That's when Antony shows up with Caesar's body. Brutus says he was bad so he must have been bad. It doesn't really matter that the people loved Caesar so much that they wanted to crown him king. So obviously Caesar had to die.Įverybody buys it. Brutus asks whether anyone doesn't love Rome and freedom, and of course the answer is no. To have let him live would be to submit to slavery, and that's downright un-Roman. While Caesar was a lot of good things, he had to die for his ambition. If Caesar were still living, they'd all be slaves. Brutus says he rose against Caesar not because he didn't love him, but because he loved Rome more. He asks if anyone can say they loved Caesar more than he did. He delivers an earnest, honest, and simple speech.įirst, he says that the people should trust his honor, which they know to be true. Brutus ascends to the pulpit and the crowd falls silent. Why is Caesar dead? How come no one told us? Who killed him? So Brutus and Cassius hit the streets to set the record straight. Brutus reasons that, even though he and Caesar are BFFs, killing Caesar is the only way to save the Roman Republic.īut after they do it, people start asking questions. Brutus and his friends decided to kill Caesar because the man might become a complete tyrant if he gains more power. He was stabbed in the back by his own buddies. My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,Īnd I must pause till it come back to me. O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,Īnd men have lost their reason. What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? You all did love him once, not without cause: I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:Īmbition should be made of sterner stuff: Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: He hath brought many captives home to Rome He was my friend, faithful and just to me: Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest. The good is oft interred with their bones I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. Bear with me My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears 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. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. 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. 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. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious And Brutus is an honourable man. 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. 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. The evil that men do lives after them The good is oft interred with their bones So let it be with Caesar. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
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