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.To hear the replication of your sounds,
Made in his concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire 1
And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
Run to your houses! fall upon your knees!
BRUTUS ON CESAR'S DEATH.
Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers ! —hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. — If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's to him I say, that Brutus's love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all freemen ? — As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him! There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, and death for
his ambition! Who's here so base, that would be a bondman?
if any, speak! for him have I offended. Who's here so rude, that would not be a Roman 1 if any, speak! for him have I offended. Who's here so vile, that will not love his country? if any, speak!
for him have I offended. — I pause for a reply.
None? then none have I offended! I have done no more to Caesar, than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.
Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony; who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? — With this I depart — that as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
MARK ANTONY'S ORATION.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen! lend me your ears,
So let it be with Caesar! Noble Brutus
Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious — .
He was my friend, faithful and just to me —
You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,
0 masters! if I were disposed to stir
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
I will not do them wrong: I rather choose
Unto their issue!
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle? I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on:
’Twas on a summer’s evening, in his tent-
Judge, O ye gods, how dearly Cmsar loved him !
This, this was the unkindest cut of all;
Here is himself- marr’d, as you see, by traitors ! Good friends ! sweet friends ! let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny !
That gave me public leave to speak of him —
HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER'S MARRIAGE.
Oh that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or, that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden.
That grows to seed: things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely.—That it should come to this ! —
But two months dead! — nay, not so much; not two ! —
So excellent a king! that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he would not let the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.—Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: yet, within a month,
Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman!