Julius Caesar - Funeral Oration

[oneone]

[Caesar preaches to the people that Brutus’ action will result in the fall of Rome]

Good Romans, come forth and lend me your ears
For Caesar ne’er lie but speaks only truth.
Thrice hath Calpurnia cried out late last night.
How now? She dreamt of great Caesar falling,
Begged me not go forth to the Capitol,
But Caesar is ne’er bound by anything.
Joy! He was born free to soar through the sky!
For always I am Caesar ‘til today.
Ne’er will Caesar feel the wrath of the Sun;
Ne’er will Caesar see joy in thy faces;
Ne’er will Caesar walk through the streets of Rome;
For he was once alive, but is now dead.
To-day, I come forth to the Capitol
To find myself cornered in agony.
Seeing my body repeatedly stabbed,
Not surprised to hath Cassius doing so,
For he hath always hungered to be king.
But it was Brutus who planted the dagger,
Unto my heart, scattered million pieces.
O gentle Brutus, thou art my angel!
I look upon thou as my beloved,
Yet, thou plucked me down from the northern Pole.
Shall thou rejoice Brutus’ victory?
For putting out the light thou seek upon?
Thou know’st Rome shall fall without my guidance,
Plummeting into the unknown darkness.
Because I love you, I will let you know,
What’s done is done and cannot be undone.
As thy empty wells cannot be refilled.
Go now, my dear friends. Thou shall return home.
And rejoice before Rome meets its doom’s day!
Fare ye well, we shall depart at this point,
For this world belongs not to thy Caesar.