Friends Romans countrymen lend me your ears I come to bury Caesar not praise him. The evil that men do lives after them good is oft interred with their bones So let it be Caesar. noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If were so a grievous fault And grievously hath answer’d it. Here under leave of and the rest– For an honourable man are they all all men– Come speak in Caesar’s funeral. He my friend faithful just me: But says he ambitious man. brought many captives home Rome Whose ransoms did general coffers fill: Did this seem ambitious? When poor have cried wept: Ambition should made sterner stuff: Yet You see on Lupercal thrice presented him kingly crown Which refuse: ambition? And sure disprove what spoke here am know. love once without cause: What cause withholds then mourn for him? O judgment! thou art fled brutish beasts lost reason. Bear me My heart coffin there must pause till back me.