ORATION OF MARK ANTHONY

Oration of Mark Anthony

W.shakespeare

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 that Caesar was ambitious.

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously halt Caesar 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 speak in Caesar's funeral.

He was my friend, faithful and just to me;

But Brutus says he was ambitious,

And Brutus is an honourabe man.

HE hath brought many captives

home to Rome,

Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.

Dis 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.

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 withholds you then to mourn for him?

O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beast,

And men have lost their reason! Bear with me.

My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar

And I must pause till it come back to me