[recuter]

> Killing Caesar was a noble act

  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’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 Rome
  Whose 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.

  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.