Be patient till the last.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my
and be silent, that you may hear: believe me
for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that
you may believe:
censure me in your wisdom, and
awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
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. If then that friend demand
Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:
--Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
Rome more. 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
as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I
him. There is tears for his love; joy for his
fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his
ambition. Who is here
so base that would be a
bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman?
any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so
vile that will not love his country? If any, speak;
have I offended. I pause for a reply.
None, Brutus, none.
none have I offended. I have done no more to
Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of
his death is enrolled
in the Capitol; his glory not
extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences
enforced, for which he suffered death.
ANTONY and others, with CAESAR's body
Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who,
though he had no hand in
his death, shall receive
the benefit of his dying, a place in the
commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this
depart,--that, as I slew my best lover for the
good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself,
when it shall please
my country to need my death.
Live, Brutus! live, live!
Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
Give him a statue with his ancestors.
Let him be Caesar.
Caesar's better parts
Shall be crown'd
We'll bring him to his house
With shouts and clamours.
Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.
Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my sake, stay
here with Antony:
Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech
Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony,
our permission, is allow'd to make.
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.