Weekly Interlinear Poem




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Robert Jackson

This is the poem for the week of January 26.
A new interlinear poem is available each Monday.


Friends, Romans, Countrymen

-William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar


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.
oft=often
interred - three syllables: in-ter-red

So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.
ambitious - four syllables: am-bi-shi-ous
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
grievous=deserving of censure or punishment
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
grievously=painfully, heavily
answer'd=answered for

Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest -
under leave=by permission
For Brutus is an honourable man;
honourable - four syllables: hon-our-a-ble
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
He=Caesar
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept.
When that=when
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
sterner=more pitiless
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
Lupercal=a cave at the foot of the Palatine Hill
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,
brutish=reminiscent of brutes and also of Brutus
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me.
reason=ability to think rationally
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.





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.