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CH A P. XX V. Antony's funeral oration over Cæsar's
body. FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your
ears, I come to bury Cæsar, 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 Cæsar! Noble Brutus Hath told you , Cæsar was ambitious ; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it. 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 Cæsar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cry'd, Cæsar, hath wepts Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable 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 with-holds you then to mourn for him! O judgment! thou art fled tu brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason..--Bear with me.--My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar,
And I must panse till it come back to me,
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember, The first time ever Cæsar put it on, 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent. That day he overcame the NerviiLook! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through; See what a rent the envious Casca made.Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it! As rushing out of doors, to be resolvid, If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no: For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel. Judge, oh ye gods! how dearly Cæsar loy'd him; This, this was the unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Ingratitude, niore strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him; then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, . Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood , great Cæsar fell. Oh what a fall was there, my countrymen!. Then I and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.. Kind souls; what, weep you when you but behold Out Cæsar's vesture wounded? look you here! Here is hiinself, marr'd, as you see, by traitors.--.
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you
To any sudden flood of mutiny.
That loves my friends: and that they know full
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
AKESPEARE. CH A P. X X V I. The Quarrel of Brutus and Cassius.
Cas. I hat you have wrong'd me doth appear in
this, You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letter (praying on his side, Because I knew the man) was slighted of. Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a
case. Cas. In such a time as this it is not meet That ev'ry nice offence should bear its comment.
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm, To sell and mart your olfices for gold, To undeservers.
Cas. I an itching palm?-You know, that you are Brutus that spake this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this cor
ruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide its head..
Cas. Chastisement !
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re
Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
Bru. Go to; you are not , Cassius.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself Have mind upon your health-tempt me no farther.
Bru. Away, slight man!
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. O gods! ye gods! must I endure all this?
Cas. Is it come to this?
Bru. You say, you are a better soldier ; Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well. For mine own part,
me Brutus ;
Bru. If you did, I care not.
him. Cas. I durst not ? Bru. No.
Cas. What? durst not tempt him? · Bru. For your life you durst not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love ; I may do what I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
Cas. I deny'd you not.
Cas. I did not he was but a fool
my heart. A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,