Speeches (Lines) for First Citizen in "The Tragedy of Julius Caesar"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 III / 2
  • I will hear Brutus speak.
  • I will hear Brutus speak.
  • Brutus. Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
    Cassius, go you into the other street,
    And part the numbers.
    Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
    Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
    And public reasons shall be rendered
    Of Caesar's death.

    First Citizen. I will hear Brutus speak.

2 III / 2
  • Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
  • Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
  • All. Live, Brutus! live, live!

    First Citizen. Bring him with triumph home unto his house.

3 III / 2
  • We'll bring him to his house
    With shouts and clamours.
  • We'll bring him to his house
    With shouts and clamours.
  • 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.

4 III / 2
  • Peace, ho!
  • Peace, ho!
  • Second Citizen. Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.

    First Citizen. Peace, ho!

5 III / 2
  • Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.
  • Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.
  • Brutus. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
    And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
    Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech
    Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony,
    By our permission, is allow'd to make.
    I do entreat you, not a man depart,
    Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.

    First Citizen. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.

6 III / 2
  • This Caesar was a tyrant.
  • This Caesar was a tyrant.
  • Fourth Citizen. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.

    First Citizen. This Caesar was a tyrant.

7 III / 2
  • Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
  • Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
  • ANTONY. 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.
    He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
    But Brutus says he was ambitious;
    And Brutus is an honourable man.
    He hath brought many captives home to Rome
    Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
    Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
    When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
    Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
    Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
    And Brutus is an honourable man.
    You all did see that on the Lupercal
    I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
    Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
    Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
    And, sure, he is an honourable man.
    I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
    But here I am to speak what I do know.
    You all did love him once, not without cause:
    What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
    O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
    And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
    My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
    And I must pause till it come back to me.

    First Citizen. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.

8 III / 2
  • If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
  • If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
  • Fourth Citizen. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;
    Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.

    First Citizen. If it be found so, some will dear abide it.

9 III / 2
  • Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.
  • Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.
  • Fourth Citizen. A ring; stand round.

    First Citizen. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.

10 III / 2
  • O piteous spectacle!
  • O piteous spectacle!
  • ANTONY. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
    You all do know this mantle: I remember
    The first time ever Caesar put it on;
    'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
    That day he overcame the Nervii:
    Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:
    See what a rent the envious Casca made:
    Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
    And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
    Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it,
    As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
    If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;
    For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:
    Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
    This was the most unkindest cut of all;
    For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
    Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
    Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
    And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
    Even at the base of Pompey's statua,
    Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
    O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
    Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
    Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
    O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
    The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
    Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold
    Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
    Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.

    First Citizen. O piteous spectacle!

11 III / 2
  • O most bloody sight!
  • O most bloody sight!
  • Fourth Citizen. O traitors, villains!

    First Citizen. O most bloody sight!

12 III / 2
  • Peace there! hear the noble Antony.
  • Peace there! hear the noble Antony.
  • ANTONY. Stay, countrymen.

    First Citizen. Peace there! hear the noble Antony.

13 III / 2
  • We'll burn the house of Brutus.
  • We'll burn the house of Brutus.
  • All. We'll mutiny.

    First Citizen. We'll burn the house of Brutus.

14 III / 2
  • Never, never. Come, away, away!
    We'll burn his body in the holy place,
    A...
  • Never, never. Come, away, away!
    We'll burn his body in the holy place,
    And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
    Take up the body.
  • ANTONY. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
    His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
    On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
    And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures,
    To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
    Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?

    First Citizen. Never, never. Come, away, away!
    We'll burn his body in the holy place,
    And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
    Take up the body.

15 III / 3
  • What is your name?
  • What is your name?
  • Cinna the Poet. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar,
    And things unlucky charge my fantasy:
    I have no will to wander forth of doors,
    Yet something leads me forth.

    First Citizen. What is your name?

16 III / 3
  • Ay, and briefly.
  • Ay, and briefly.
  • Second Citizen. Answer every man directly.

    First Citizen. Ay, and briefly.

17 III / 3
  • As a friend or an enemy?
  • As a friend or an enemy?
  • Cinna the Poet. Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.

    First Citizen. As a friend or an enemy?

18 III / 3
  • Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
  • Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
  • Cinna the Poet. Truly, my name is Cinna.

    First Citizen. Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.

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