He hath | brought | many | captives | home to | Rome, | 7 Whose | ransoms | 7 did the | general | coffers | fill:|77|77| 7 Did this | 7 in | Cæsar | seem am- | bitious? | 7777 When that the | poor have | cried, | 77 | Cæsar hath | wept;|77|77| 7 Am- | bition | 7 should be | made of | sterner | stuff. | 77|77| 7 Yet | Brutus | says | 7 he | was am- | bitious; ↑ 7 77 And | Brutus | 7 is an | honorable | man. | 7777 7 You | all did | see, | 7 that, | on the | Lupercal, | 7I | thrice pre- | sented him | 7 a | kingly | crown; | 77 | Which he did | thrice | 7 re- | fuse. | 7717 Was | this am- | bition?|77|77| 7 Yet | Brutus | says, | he was am- | bitious; | 77| 7 And | sure, | 7 he | is | 7 an | honorable | man? |77| 77|71| speak not | 7 to dis- | prove | what | Brutus | spoke, | 7 But | here | I am to | speak | what I do | know. | 7777 7 You | all did | love him | once; | 7 7 | not without | cause. | 77 | What | cause with- | holds you | then, 7 to | mourn for him?|77|77| O | judgment! | 7 7 | Thou art | fled to | brutish | beasts, | 77 | 7 And | men | 7 have | lost their | reason! | 77|77| Bear with me: | 777 My | heart 7 | is in the | coffin | there | 7 with Cæsar; | 77 | And I must | pause 7 | till it | come | back to me. 7777 7 But | yesterday, | 7 the | word of | Cæsar, | might | 7 Have | stood a- | gainst the | world! | 7 7 | now | lies he | there, | 777 And | none | so | poor | 7 to | do him | reverence. 7777 O masters! | 7 7 | If I were dis- | posed to | stir | 7 Your | hearts and | minds | 7 to | mutiny and | rage, | I should do | Brutus | wrong, | 7 and | Cassius | 77| wrong; | 77| Who, 7 you | all | know, | 7 are | honorable | men. 77|77| 7 I will not | do | them | wrong;|77|77| I | rather | choose | 7 To wrong the | dead, | 7 to | wrong my- | self | 7 and ❘ you, | Than I will | wrong | such 7 | honorable | men. |77| 77 7 But here's a | parchment | 7 with the | seal of | Cæsar; | 7 I found it | 7 in his | closet; | 7 7| 'Tis his | will: | 77 | Let but the | commons | hear | 7 this | testament, | 77 | 7 (Which, | pardon me, | 7 I | do not | mean to | read,) | 77 | And they would | go |7 and | kiss | dead | Cæsar's | wounds, 7 And | dip their | napkins | 7 in his | sacred | blood; | 77 | Yea | beg a | hair of him | 7 for | memory, | 7 And | dying, | 77 | mention it | within their | wills, | 777 Be- queathing it | 7 as a | rich 7 | legacy, | Unto their | issue.|77|77| If you have | tears, | 7 pre- | pare to | shed them | now.7777 7 You | all do | know | this | mantle: 17 7 | I re- | member | 7 The | first | time | ever | Cæsar | put it | on; | 77| 'Twas on a | summer's | evening | 7 in his | tent;|77| That day | 7 he | over- | came the | Nervii: |77|77| Look! | 7 in | this | place | ran | Cassius' | dagger | through!|77|77| See what a | rent | 7 the | envious | Casca | made. | 7777 Through | this | 7 the | well be- | loved | Brutus | stabbed, 77 77 | And as he | plucked his | cursed | steel a- | way, | 7 7| Mark 7 | how the | blood of | Cæsar | followed it!|77|77| This 7 was the | most un- | kindest | cut of | all! | 777 For | when the | noble | Cæsar | saw | him | stab, | 7 In- | gratitude | 7 more | strong than | traitor's | arms, | Quite | vanquished him: | 77 | then | burst his | mighty heart;|77| And in his | mantle, | 7 7 | muffling up his | face, |77| Even at the | base of | Pompey's | statue, | 77|7 (Which | all the | while | ran | blood,) | 77| great | Cæsar | fell. | 77 | 77 | O what a | fall | 7 was | there, | 7 my | countrymen! | 7777 Then | I, | 7 and | you, | 7 and | all of us, | fell | down, | 7 Whilst | bloody | treason | flourished | over us. | 77 | 77| O! | now you | weep; |77| 7 and I per- | ceive | 7 you | feel, | 7 The | dint of | pity; |77| these | 7 are | gracious | drops. |77|77| Kind | souls; | 77 | what | weep you, | 77 | when you but be- | hold | 7 Our | Cæsar's | vesture | wounded. | 77|77| Look you here!|77|77| Here is him- | self, | 77 | marr'd | 7 as you | see, | 7 by | traitors. |77|77| Good | friends, | sweet | friends, | 77 | let me not | stir you | up | 7 To | such a | sudden | flood of | mutiny. 77 77 | They that have | done this | deed, | 7 are | hono rable : | 77 | What | private | griefs | 7 they | have, |7 a- | las! | 7 I know not, | 7 That | made them | do it; | 77 | they are | wise, | 7 and | honorable, | 7 And | will | 7 no | doubt, | 7 with | reason | answer you. |77|77| 7 I | come not, | friends, | 7 to | steal away | 7 your | hearts;|77| I am | no | orator, 7 as | Brutus | is; | 77 | But as you | know me | all, | 7 a | plain | blunt | man, 7 That | love my | friends;|77| 7 and | that | they | know | full | well | 7 That | gave me | public | leave | 7 to | speak of him. |77|77| For I have neither | wit, | 7 nor words, 7 nor | worth. 77 Action, | 7 nor | utterance, | 7 nor | power of | speech, 7 To | stir | men's | blood. | 7 7| 7 I only | speak | right | on:77 7 I | tell you | that | 7 which | you your- | selves | 7 do | know; | 77 | Show you | sweet | Cæsar's | wounds, | 77 | poor, | poor, | dumb | mouths, | 7 And | bid | them | speak | for me. 7 7| 77| But were | I | Brutus, 7 And | Brutus | Antony, | 77| there were an | Antony | 7 Would | ruffle | up your | spirits, | 77 | 7 and put a | tongue | 7 In | every | wound of | Cæsar, | 7 that should | move | 7 The stones of Rome | 7 to | rise in | mutiny. | 7777 SPEECH OF PATRICK HENRY. Mr. | President, | 77 | 7 it is | natural to | man | 7 to in- | dulge in the il- | lusions of | hope. |77|77| We are | apt to | shut our | eyes | 7 a- | gainst a | painful | truth, | 77 | 7 and | listen to the | song of that | Syren, | 77| till she trans- | forms us | 7 into | beasts. |77| 777 Is this the | part of | wise | men, | 7 en- | gaged in a | great and | arduous | struggle | 7 for | liberty? 7 7| 7 7| Are we dis- | posed | 7 to | be of the | number of | those | 7 who | having | eyes, | see not, | 7 and | having | ears, | hear not the | things | 7 which so | nearly con- | cern our | temporal sal- | vation? | 77 77|7 For | my | part, | 7 what- | ever | anguish of | |