Lyrics
"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 Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath 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 to speak in Caesar'sCome 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 honourable man."
"He hath brought many captives home to RomeWhose ransoms did the general coffers fill:Did 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."
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 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."
Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me."
