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CHA P. X X V.
Antony's funeral oration over Cæsar's body.
FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your
I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
When that the poor have cry'd, Cæsar, hath wept;.
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;
he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
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,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
To any sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honourable. What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honour
And will, no doubt, with reason answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is:
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt
That loves my friends: and that they know full
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
CHA P. X X V I.
The Quarrel of Brutus and Cassius.
Cas. THAT you have wrong'd me doth appear
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
Cas. In such a time as this it is not meet That ev'ry nice offence should bear its comment. Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm, To sell and mart your offices for gold,
Cas. I an itching palm?
You know, that you are Brutus that spake this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this cor
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head..
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember!
Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?
Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it; you forget yourself,
Bru. Go to; you are not, Cassius.
Bru. I say, you are not.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself— Have mind upon your health-tempt me no farther. Bru. Away, slight man!
Cas. Is't possible?
Bru. Hear me,
for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Cas. O gods! ye gods! must I endure all this? Bra. All this? ay more. Fret till your proud heart break;
Go tell slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Cas. Is it come to this?
Bru. You say, you are a better soldier ; Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well. For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Cas. You wrong me every way-you wrong
I said an elder soldier, not a better:
I care not.
Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have mov'd me.
Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted
Cas. I durst not?
Cas. What? durst not tempt him?
Bru. For your life
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;
you should be sorry
For certain sums of gold, which you deny'd me;
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius?
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;,
Cas. I deny'd you not.
Bru. You did.
Cas. I did not he was but a fool
That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd my heart.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,