Brutus Monologue
Brutus Monologue
BRUTUS
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear:
believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, 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' 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 free
men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy
for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base that
would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that
would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that
will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
All
None, Brutus, none.
BRUTUS
Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Caesar than you shall 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.
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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.
All
Live, Brutus! live, live!
First Citizen
Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
Second Citizen
Give him a statue with his ancestors.
Third Citizen
Let him be Caesar.
Fourth Citizen
Caesar's better parts
Shall be crown'd in Brutus.
First Citizen
We'll bring him to his house
With shouts and clamours.
BRUTUS
My countrymen,--
Second Citizen
Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.
First Citizen
Peace, ho!
BRUTUS
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