quotes, notes, timelines & more

Home » Quotes » Julius Caesar » Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!

Friends, Romans, countrymenExordium, lend me your earsSynecdoche!
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.Antithesis
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bonesAntithesis
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 itAntanaclesis
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest
(For Brutus is an honorable man,
So are they all, all honorable men)Epistrophe
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 honorable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill;
Did this in Caesar seem ambitiousRhetorical Question?
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 honorable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambitionRhetorical Question?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And sure he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do knowAntithesis
You all did love him once, not without cause;
What cause withholds you then to mourn for himAnadiplosis & Litotes
O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reasonApostrophe
. Bear with me,
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to meAposiopesis & Pathos

 He weeps.
First Plebeian
Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
Second Plebeian
If thou consider rightly of the matter,
Caesar has had great wrong.
Third Plebeian
Has he, masters?
I fear there will a worse come in his place.
Fourth Plebeian
Marked you his words? He would not take the crown;
Therefore ’tis certain he was not ambitious.Enthymeme

First Plebeian
If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
Second Plebeian
Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
Second Plebeian
There’s not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
Second Plebeian
Now mark him. He begins again to speak.
But yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters! If I were dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrongEpistrophe,
Who (you all know) are honorable men.
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honorable menAnaphora
But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar,
I found it in his closet, 'tis his will.
Let but the commons hear this testament—
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read—
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issuePathos

Pause while plebeians speak.

Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it.
It is not meet you know how Caesar lov'd you:
You are not wood, you are not stonesMetaphor, but men;
And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar,
It will inflame you, it will make you madAnaphora.
‘Tis good you know not that you are his heirs,
For if you should, O, what would come of it?…

Pause while plebeians speak.

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,
That day he overcame the Nervii.
Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through;
See what a rent the envious Casca made;
Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd,
And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,
As rushing out of doors to be resolv'd
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd or noPersonification
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel.
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar lov'd him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquish'd him. Then burst his mighty heart,
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue
(Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O now you weep, and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity. These are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold
Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Lifting Caesar's mantle.
Here is himself, marr'd as you see with traitors…

Pause while plebeians speak.

Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honorable.
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it. They are wise and honorable,
And will no doubt with reasons answer youAporia
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 man
That love my friend, and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech
To stir men's bloodPolysyndeton
; I only speak right on.
I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouthsPathos.
And bid them speak for meProsopopoeia. But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of CaesarProsopopoeia
, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
All Plebeians
We'll mutiny.
First Plebeian
We'll burn the house of Brutus.
Fourth Plebeian
Away then, come, seek the conspirators.
Mark Antony
Yet hear me, countrymen, yet hear me speak.
All Plebeians
Peace ho, hear Antony, most noble Antony!
Mark Antony
Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.
Wherein hath Caesar thus deserv'd your loves?
Alas you know not! I must tell you then:
You have forgot the will I told you of.
All Plebeians
Most true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will.
Mark Antony
Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal:
To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy-five drachmaes.
Third Plebeian
Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.
Fourth Plebeian
O royal Caesar!
Mark Antony
Hear me with patience.
All Plebeians
Peace ho!
Mark Antony
Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbors and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever-common pleasures,
To walk abroad and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?
First Plebeian
Never, never! Come, away, away!
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
Take up the body.
Third Plebeian
Go fetch fire.
Fourth Plebeian
Pluck down benches.
Fifth Plebeian
Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.

Exeunt Plebeians with the body.

Mark Antony
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wiltPersonification