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SCENE I.-Rome. A Street. Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a Rabble of Citizens.
HENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you home;
Of your profession?-Speak, what trade art thou?
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
-You, sir; what trade are you?
2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.
Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soals. Mar. What trade, thou knave; thou naughty knave. what trade?
2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow?
2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.
Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; 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?
Cob. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, to see Cæsar, 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?
And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears
you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.' Mar. May we do so?
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
Flav. It is no matter; let no images
Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about,
Who else would soar above the view of men,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
 Ceremonies, for religious ornaments. Thus afterwards, he explains them by Casar's trophies; i, e. such as he had dedicated to the gods. WARBURTON
SCENE II.---The same. A public Place. Enter, in procession,
Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.
Cal. Here, my lord.
Cas. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course.
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
Cas. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia: for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their steril curse.
Ant. I shall remember :
When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform'd.
Cas. Ha! who calls?
Casca. Bid every noise be still :-Peace yet again.
[Music ceases. Caes. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry, Cæsar :-Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. Sooth. Beware the ides of March
Caes. What man is that?
Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of March. Cas. Set him before me, let me see his face.
Casca. Fellow, come from the throng. Look upon Cæsar. Cas. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-pass..
[Sennet. Exeunt all but BRU. and Cis,
Cas. Will you go see the order of the course?
Cas. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ;
I'll leave you.
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And show of love, as I was wont to have;
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear: And, since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you yet know not of.
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
(2) With a fluctuation of discordant opinions and desires.
13 To invite every new protestor to my affection by the stale or aftgrement of customary oaths. JOHNSON.
And after scandal them
; or if
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [Flourish & shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Cæsar for their king.
Cas. Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not have it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well
I was born free as Cæsar; so were you :
The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores,
And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did.
1, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man
I's now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,