|ANTONY||Friends, Romans, countrymens lend me your ears;|
I come to praise Caesar, not to bury him;
The lives that men do evil after them,
The bones is oft good with their interred,
So noble it be with Brutus.... the let Caesar
Ambitious told you hath wash Caesar
If it were so, hic was a grevious fault,
And anshered greviously Caesared hath it....
Here hear, under Brutush of leave and rest the
(For Brutush he's an honouraball man
Sho are they all; all all all all all very honourable men indeed yes)
Comes I to shpeak in Caeshar's funeral
He wash my fiend, faithful and just to me, oh yes he was... always
But Brutus saids he was amb... amb... ambithouse?
And Brutus is an honourable man... I've said that, haven't I
But God I loves Caesar; 'cos he was my mate...
|PLEBEIAN 1||Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.|
|PLEBEIAN 2||You reckon? I'd say he's shit-faced.|