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DRAM A TIS PERSON Æ.
A Soothsayer, Octavius Cæ-Priumvirs || Young Cato. far,
after the Cinna, a poet. M. Antony,
death of || Another poet. M. Æmilius Le- Julius Lucilius. pidus,
Cæfar. Dardanius, Cicero.
Varro, fervants to Cassius,
Clitus, Brutus. Casca,
conspira- | Claudius, Trebonius,
tors Strato, Ligarius, gainst Lucius, Decius Brutus, 7.Cæfar. Pindarus, servant to Caf Metellus Cimber,
Ghost of Julius Cæfar.
Carpenter. Flavius, Tribunes, and || Other Plebeians. Marullus, 3 enemies to Cæfar. Meffala, friends to Brutus Calphurnia, wife to CeTitinius, S and Gafsius.
sar. Artemidorus, a sophift of Portia, wife to Brutus. Gnidos.
Guards and Attendants,
Popilius Læna, Senators.
SCENE, for the three first acts, at Rome ; afterwards
at an isle nęár Mutina, åt Sardis, and Philippi.
ACT . SC É N E
A ftreet in Rome.
Enter Flavius, Marullus, and certain Commoners.
ENCE; home, you idle creatures, get
Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk Upon a labouring day, without the sign Of your profeffion? Speak, what trade art thou ? A 2
Car. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
T40TADT Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? T What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?
spots' You, Sir,-. What trade are you?',
Cob. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobler.
Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer me directly.
Cob. A trade, Sir, that I hope I may use with a fafe conscience ; which is indeed, Sir, a mender of badi foals.
Flav. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
Cob. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with me: yet
be out, Sir, I can mend you, Flav. What mean'st thou by that? mend me, thou faucy fellow?
Cób. Why, Sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ? Cob. Truly, Sir, all that I live by, is the awl. I meddle with no men's matters, nor woman's matters; but withal I am, indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old fhoes; when they are in great danger, I re-cover them. As? proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather have gone upon my handy-work.
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ?
Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work." But indeed, Sir, we make holiday. to see Cæfar, and to rejoice in his triumph.
Mar. Wherefore rejoice! - what conqueft brings What tributaries follow him to Rome, :, [he home?! To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? You blocks, you stones, yoưworse than senseless things! O you hard hearts ! you cruel men of Rome ! Knew' you not Pompey? many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To'towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Youc infants in your arms; and there have fat The live long day with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome. And when you law his chariot But appear, Have you not made an universal ihout,
That Tyber trembled underneath his banks
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for that fault'
Mar. May we do fo?
Flav. It is no'matter, let no images
Enter Cæfar, Anthony, for the course, Calphurnia,
Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Callius, Casca, and a Soothsayer. Cal. Calphurnia, Casca. Peace, ho! Cæfar speaks. Caf. Calphurnia, ces canoniesor religious or ramenso
Calp. Herę, my Lord.
Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
Ant. Cæsar, my Lord.
Ant. I shall remember.
Cæf. Set on, and leave no ceremony out,
Caf. Who is it in the press that calls on me?
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
[Exeunt Cæfar and train.
Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late ;
friend that loves you.