So innocent I am of fact, my lords, As but my words are argued: yet those words Not reaching either prince or prince’s parent: The which your law of treason comprehends. Brutus and Cassius I am charged to have praised; Whose deeds, when many more, besides myself, Have writ, not one hath mention’d without honour. Great Titus Livius, great for eloquence, And faith amongst us, in his history, With so great praises Pompey did extol, As oft Augustus call’d him a Pompeian: Yet this not hurt their friendship. In his book He often names Scipio, Afranius, Yea, the same Cassius, and this Brutus too, As worthiest men; not thieves and parricides, Which notes upon their fames are now imposed. Asinius Pollio’s writings quite throughout Give them a noble memory; so Messala Renown’d his general Cassius: yet both these Lived with Augustus, full of wealth and honours, To Cicero’s book, where Cato was heav’d up Equal with Heaven, what else did Cæsar answer, Being then dictator, but with a penn’d oration, As if before the judges? Do but see Antonius’ letters; read but Brutus’ pleadings: What vile reproach they hold against Augustus, False, I confess, but with much bitterness. The epigrams of Bibaculus and Catullus Are read, full stuft with spite of both the Cæsars; Yet deified Julius, and no less Augustus, Both bore them, and contemn’d them: I not know, Promptly to speak it, whether done with more Temper, or wisdom; for such obloquies If they despised be, they die supprest; But if with rage acknowledg’d, they are confest. The Greeks I slip, whose license not alone, But also lust did scape unpunished: Or where some one, by chance, exception took, He words with words revenged. But, in my work, What could be aim’d more free, or farther off From the time’s scandal, than to write of those, Whom death from grace or hatred had exempted? Did I, with Brutus and with Cassius, Arm’d, and possess’d of the Philippi fields, Incense the people in the civil cause, With dangerous speeches? Or do they, being slain Seventy years since, as by their images, Which not the conqueror hath defaced, appears, Retain that guilty memory with writers? Posterity pays every man his honour; Nor shall there want, though I condemned am, That will not only Cassius well approve, And of great Brutus’ honour mindful be, But that will also mention make of me.

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