“ Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, It would become me better than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies. ”
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (1623). copy citation
| Author | William Shakespeare |
|---|---|
| Source | Julius Caesar |
| Topic | friendship wound |
| Date | 1623 |
| Language | English |
| Reference | |
| Note | Written in 1599 |
| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1120/pg1120-images.html |
Context
“If then thy spirit look upon us now, Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death To see thy Antony making his peace, Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, Most noble! In the presence of thy corse? Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, It would become me better than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart, Here didst thou fall, and here thy hunters stand, Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy Lethe. O world, thou wast the forest to this hart, And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.”
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