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Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause;

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honour; and have respect unto mine honour that you may

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believe. Censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses

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that you may the better judge. If there be any in this as

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sembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say that Brutus'

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love to Cæsar, was no less than his. If, then, that friend deB shf p- -q

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mand why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer: not

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that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had

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you rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves, than that

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Cæsar were dead, and live all freemen? As Cæsar loved me,

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I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he

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was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew

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him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour

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for his valor, and death for his ambition. Who's here so base

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that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I

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offended. Who's here so rude that would not be a Roman?

If any, speak; for him have I offended.

him have I offended. I pause for a reply. None! Then

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none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæsar,

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than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death

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is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not extenuated where

in he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which

he suffered death. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark

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Antony, who, though he had no hand in his death, shall re

ceive the benefit of his dying,—a place in the commonwealth;

slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same

dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need

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But from its loss: to give it then a tongue

Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.

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It is the signal that demands despatch:

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How much is to be done! My hopes, and fears

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Look down-on what? A fathomless abyss,

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A dread eternity! how surely mine,

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And in myself am lost. At home, a stranger,

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Thought wanders up and down, surpris'd, aghast,

What can preserve my life? or what destroy?

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An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave,

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Legions of angels can't confine me there.