Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him
No tears, t-tears, t-tears, for Caesar
Evil that men do lives after them
The good is often interred with their bones
So let it be with Caesar
The noble Brutus have 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...
This was a man, this was a man...
No tears for Caesar
Trial, style, hill
His life's so chill
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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.
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him
No tears, t-tears, t-tears, for Caesar
Evil that men do lives after them
The good is often interred with their bones
So let it be with Caesar
The noble Brutus have 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...
This was a man, this was a man...
No tears for Caesar
Trial, style, hill
His life's so chill
[?]
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.
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