Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. He hath brought many captives home to Rome Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill. But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man. He was my friend, faithful and just to me. 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. If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answered it. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious. The evil that men do lives after them The good is oft interrèd with their bones. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. Who here is so despicable that he does not love his country? If there are any, let them speak-because they are the ones that I have offended. I will wait for a reply.įriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. Who here is so uncivilized that he does not want to be a Roman? If there are any, let them speak-because they are the ones that I have offended.
Who standing here is so wretched that he wants to be a slave? If there are any, let them speak-because they are the ones that I have offended. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his bravery, and death for his ambition. But because he was ambitious, I killed him. Because he had so much good fortune, I am so happy for him.
#Friends romans countrymen lend me your ears play free#
Would you prefer that Caesar were living, and we would all one day die as slaves? Or would you prefer that Caesar were dead and we all lived as free men? Because Caesar was my friend, I weep for him. If, then, that friend demands to know why I rose up against Caesar, this is my answer: it’s not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
If there’s anyone in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar’s, I say to him that my love for Caesar was no less than his. Be wise in your judgment of me, and keep your minds alert so that you can judge me wisely. Do me the honor of believing me, and know that, upon my honor, you can believe me. Romans, countrymen, and friends! Listen to the reasons for my actions, and be silent so you can hear.
Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak-for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak-for him have I offended. Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak-for him have I offended. There is tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, and death for his ambition. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar’s, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses that you may the better judge. Believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor that you may believe. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear.
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