My heart is in the coffin there with CaesarĪnd I must wait a moment till it comes back to me. You all loved Caesar once, and with good reason:įair judgement and reason has been robbed from man and given to beasts. I’m not speaking to disprove what Brutus spoke, When the poor was suffering, he suffered too:Īn ambitious man should be stronger than that. Was this the part of Caesar which was ambitious? He has brought many captives back to Rome, (Because Brutus is an honourable man, all of them are honourable men) If this is the case it was a serious flawĪnd this murder has been his punishment for it.Īt this place, with the permission of Brutus and his followers, The wrongdoings of men will be remembered after their deathīut the good they do is often buried and forgotten with them. I have come here to bury Caesar, not to praise him. Modern Translationįriends, Romans, Countrymen, listen to me! Lupercalia was a pastoral festival of Ancient Rome observed annually on February 15 to purify the city, promoting health and fertility. In this instance, ‘General coffers’ refers to the economy of Rome. To place (a corpse) in a grave or tomb, typically with funeral rites.Ī coffer is a box or chest used to store money or objects of value. My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,Īnd I must pause till it come back to me. O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beastsĪnd men have lost their reason. What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? You all did love him once, not without cause: I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:Īmbition should be made of sterner stuff. Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, He was my friend, faithful and just to me The good is oft interred with their bones. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. Original Text – Julius Caesar Act 3 Scene 2įriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears: Pretty high stakes situation right? I think I’d rather just stick with my year 11 modern history class speech about Gorbachov and the Cold War.
He has one chance to convince the people of his argument, and if he fails he will likely face death. He’s filled with emotion Grief, guilt, rage and vengeance are coursing through his veins, but he must compose himself and choose his words carefully, so as to not be removed from the stage. What’s more, Marc Antony has come to speak to the mob in the wake of the murder of Caesar, an act which to him is brutal and unjust, but to everyone else was the right thing to do. Well imagine what Marc Antony must be feeling during this public address, stepping up to the plinth to face a rabble of angry and bloodthirsty Romans who believe he’s wrong even before he starts speaking. 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.Nobody likes public speaking, right? It’s up there in the top 3 phobias world-wide. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. 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. 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. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious And Brutus is an honourable man. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,- For Brutus is an honourable man So are they all, all honorable men,- Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
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. The evil that men do lives after them The good is oft interred with their bones: So let it be with Caesar. Mark Anthony’s Eulogy for Caesar Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
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