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Conspirators against Julius Cæsar.
Tribunes and Enemies to Cæsar.
Friends to Brutus and Cassius,
Servants of Brutus.
Calphurnia, Wife to Cæfar.
Guards and Attendants.
SCENE, for the three firf Aets, at Rome : after
wards, at an Isle near Mutina; at Sardis ; and Philippi.
CÆS A R.
SCENE, a Street in ROME.
Enter Flavius, (1) Marullus, and certain Com
Is this a holiday ? what! know you not,
Car. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
Cob. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman, Iam but, as you would say, a cobler.
Mar. But what trade art chou ? answer me directly.
Cob. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals.
Flav. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
(1) Murellus.] I have, upon the Authority of Plutarck, &c. given to this Tribune, his right Name, Marullus.
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'st thou by that? mend me, thou sawcy fellow?
Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you.
Cob. Truly, Sir, all, that I live by, is the awl : Í 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 dost thou lead these men about the streets?
Cob. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to get my self into more work. But, indeed, Sir, we make holiday to see Cæfar, 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 senselefs
hard hearts! yoù cruel men of Rome ! Knew you not Pompey? many a time and oft Have you
climb'd up to walls and battlements,
(2) Mar. What means thou by that?] As the Cobler, in the preceding Speech, replies to Flavius, not to Marullus; 'tis plain, I think. this Speech must be given to Flavius.
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault
do find them deck'd with ceremonies.
Flav. It is no matter, let no images
Cel. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
Ant. Cæfar, my lord.
Cef. Forget not in your speed, Antonius,