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; so let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus hath 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– come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.