JULIUS CÆSAR. *
Détavius Cæfar,
M. Antony,

Triumvirs, after ihe Death of Julius Cæfar.
M. Æmil. Lepidus,
Cicero.
Brutus,
Caflius,
Casca,
Trebonius,
Ligarius, Conspirators against Julius Cæfar.
Decius Bțutus,
Metellus Cimber,
Cinna,
Popilius Læna,

Senators.
Publius,
Flavius,

Tribunes and Enemies to Cæsar.
Marullus,
Meffala,
Titinius,
Artemidorus, a Sophif of Cnidos.
A Soothsayer.
Young Cato.
Cinna, a Poet.

Anot ber Poet.
Lucilius,
Dardanius,
Volumnius,
Varro,

Servants to Brutus,
Clitus,
Claudius,
Strato,
Lucius,
Pindarus, Servant of Caflius.
Gboft of Julius Cæsar.
Cobler.
Carpenter.
Other Plebeians.

} Friends to Brutus and Caffius.

Calphurnia, Wife to Cæsar.
Porcia, Wife to Brutus.

Guards and Attendantsi

SCENE, for the three first Aits, at Rome: afterwards,

at an Ille near Mutina; at Sardis ; and Philippi.

JULIUS

JULIUS CÆSAR.

A C T I.
SCENE, a Street in ROME.

Erler Flavius, (1) Marullus, and certain Gommoners.

FLAVIUS. *%#ENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you

home;
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Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk

Upon a labouring day, without the sign
Of your profession? speak, what trade art thou ?

Car. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
What doft thou with thy best apparel on?
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 diretly.

Cob. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad soals.

(1) Murellus. ] I have upon the Authority of Pluiarcb, &c. given to this Tribune, his right Name, Marullus.

Flav,

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Flav. What trade, thou knave ? thou naughty knave, what trade?

Cob. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with me : yet if you

be out, Sir, I can mend you. (2) Flav. What mean'ít thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow ?

Cob. 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 tradesman's matters, nor woman's matters ; but with all, I am, indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover 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 doft thou lead these men about the streets ?

Cob. Truly, Sir, to wear out their fhoes, to get myselfinto more work. But, indeed, Sir, we make holiday to fee Cafar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Mar. Wherefore rejoice what conquest brings he

home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels ? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! 0

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,
Your infants in your arms; and there have fate
The live-long day with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome :
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal fhout,
That Tyber trembled anderneath his banks
To hear the replication of your sounds,
Made in his concave fhores?

(2) Mar. Wbat means thou by that?} As the Cobler in the preceding Speech, replies to Flaviks, not to Marullus ; 'tis plain, I think, this Speech mult be given to Flavius,

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