Friends, Romans, countrymen,
lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft
interred with their bones;
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“…Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral….”
Friends, Romans, countrymen,
lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft
interred with their bones;