![]() Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, and Brutus is an honorable man. ![]() Does this reflect upon Caesar’s ambition? When the poor cried, he did too. He brought many captives home to Rome whose ransoms got prosperities and fortunes to the city. Although Brutus says he was ambitious and Brutus is an honorable man. Caesar was my friend, he was faithful, just to me. I have come to speak at Caesar’s funeral with the permission of Brutus and the others- for Brutus is an honorable man, they are all honorable. If this is true, it was a serious mistake and Caesar has faced consequences for his actions. Noble Brutus told you that Caesar was ambitious. So it might as well be the case with Caesar. The evil that men do in their lives is often remembered even after their deaths, but the good they do is usually buried with them. I’ve come here to bury Caesar, not to praise him. My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,Īnd I must pause till it come back to me.įriends, Romans, countrymen, please give me your attention. 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. Antony, at that point, needs to censure the individuals who executed Caesar without appearing to do as such.įriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears Cassius, one of the central schemers, has directed Antony not to denounce their activity Brutus, the other backstabber, has made preparations with his own discourse. Be that as it may, after Antony warmly greets every one of them, they choose to allow him to talk. He was Caesar’s companion, and he is an unstable presence. The men who planned to kill Caesar realize that Mark Antony is a hazard. The people of Rome has accumulated outside the Senate-at the non-literal heart of Rome, and consequently of the world-requesting clarifications. It comes straightforwardly after the death of Caesar, which happens in the main scene of Act 3, the unfortunate event that the whole play was leading up to and now everybody’s managing the aftermath. But if it overwhelms you to look at Caesar's wounded cloak, how will you feel, kind men, now? Look at this, here is the man-scarred, as you can see, by traitors.By Sh reyasi Jindal and Varenya Shrikhande Oh, now you weep, and I sense that you feel pity. Oh, what a fall it was, my countrymen! Then you and I and all of us fell down, while bloody treason triumphed. And at the base of Pompey's statue, with his cloak covering his face, which was dripping with blood the whole time, great Caesar fell. For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, he understood his beloved Brutus's ingratitude it was stronger than the violence of traitors, and it defeated him, bursting his mighty heart. The gods know how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkind cut of all. For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel. And when he pulled out his cursed dagger, see how Caesar's blood came with it, as if rushing out a door to see if it was really Brutus who was knocking so rudely. Through this hole beloved Brutus stabbed. Look, here's where Cassius's dagger pierced it. It was the day he overcame the Nervii warriors. It was a summer's evening he was in his tent. I remember the first time Caesar ever put it on. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors. Oh, now you weep, and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. 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 Caesar fell. For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him. Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all. And as he plucked his cursèd steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no. Through this the well-belovèd Brutus stabbed. Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through. 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. ![]() I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on.
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