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that will not love his country?
If any, speak, for him
have I offended. I pause for a reply.
CITIZENS. None, Brutus, none.
I have done
BRUTUS. Then none have I offended. no more to Cæsar, than you should 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. Here comes his body, mourn'd 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 I 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.
Antony's Oration over Casar's Body.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!
The good is oft interred with their bones;
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept ;
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ;
Was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
Have stood against the world: now lies he there,
O masters! if I were disposed to stir
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
Unto their issue.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
Look in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:
For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
They that have done this deed are honourable :
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend, and that they know full well
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
Ceremonious Courtesy insincere.
Ever note, Lucillus,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith :
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
The Quarrel Scene between Brutus and Cassius.
CASSIUS. That you have wronged me, doth appear in
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
BRUTUS. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a
CASSIUS. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nice* offence should bear his comment. BRUTUS. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold
I an itching palm?
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
BRUTUS. The name of Cassius honours this corrup
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
BRUTUS. Remember March, the ides of March remember!
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
* Every trivial matter.