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 interr?d with their bones.

So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus

Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Caesar answered it.

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.

He was my friend, faithful and just to me;

But Brutus says he was ambitious,

And Brutus is an honorable man.

He hath brought many captives home to Rome,

Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.

Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?

When the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;

And Brutus is an honorable man.

You all did see that on the Lupercal

I thrice presented him a crown,

Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;

And sure he is an honorable 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 beasts,

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.

Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;

I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright;

For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,

I trust to take of truest Thisby's sight.

But stay: O spite!

But mark, boor knight,

What dreadful dole is here?

Eyes, do you see?

How can it be?

O dainty duck, O dear!

Thy mantle good,

What, stained with blood?

Approach, ye furies fell!

O Fates, come, come,

Cut thread and thrum,

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!

O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame?

Since lion vile hath here deflow'red my dear;

Which is-no. no!-which was the fairest dame

That lived, that, loved, that liked, that looked with cheer.

Come, tears, confound,

Out sword, and wound;

The pap of Pyramus;

Ay, the left pap where heart doth hop. (Stabs himself)

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.

Now am I dead,

Now am I fled,

My soul is in the sky.

Tongue, lose thy light,

Moon, take thy flight.

Now die, die, die, die, die.