O Judgment! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason.

Friends, Maharashtrians, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Shivaji, 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 Shivaji. The noble Thackeray
Hath told you Shivaji was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Shivaji answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Thackeray and the rest--
For Thackeray is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men--
Come I to speak in Shivaji's funeral.
He was our friend, faithful and just to us:
But Thackeray says he was ambitious;
And Thackeray is an honourable man.

He (Shivaji) hath brought many values home to Maharashtra

Whose virtues did the general culture fill:

Did this in Shivaji seem ambitious?

When that the poor have cried, Shivaji hath wept:

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:

Yet Thackeray says he was ambitious;

And Thackeray is an honourable man.

You all did see a long time ago

They (thrice) presented him a godly throne,

Which he did (thrice) refuse: was this ambition?

Yet Thackeray says he was ambitious;

And, sure, he is an honourable man.

I speak not to disprove what Thackeray 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?

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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 Shivaji,
And I must pause till it come back to mE