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Persons Represented. Julius Caesar. M. Aemil. Lepidus,) Triumvirs, after the Death of Ju. Octavius Caesar,
lius Caesar. Marcus Antonius, Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena, Senators. Marcus Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Trebonius, Conspirators against Julius Caesar. Ligarius, Decius Brutus, Metellus Cimber, Cinna, Flavius, and Marullus, Tribunes. Artemidorus, a Sophist of Cnidos. A Soothsayer. Cinna, a Poet. Another Poet. Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, Young Cato, and Volum.
nius; Friends to Brutus and Cassius. Varro, Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, Dardanius;
Servants to Brutus. Pindarus, Servant tu Cassius.
Calphurnia, Wife to Caesar.
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, etc.
SCENE, during a great part of the play, at Rome: af
terwards at Sardig; and near Philippi.
JULIUS CA E S A R.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Rome. A Street.
Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a rabble of Citizens. Flav. HENCE; home, you idle creatures,
get you home; Is this a boliday 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? Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on! —
2. Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am bụt, as you would
a cobler. Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me di.
rectly. 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 cobler, art thou ?
9. 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.
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ?
2. Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we
, make holiday, to see Caesar, 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! O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
[Exeunt Citizens, See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd; They vanish tongue-tyd in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; This way will I: Disrobe the images, If
you do find them deck'd with ceremonies,
Mar. May we do‘so ?
Flav. It is no matter; let no images.
These growing feathers pluck’d from Caesar's
Enter, in procession, with musick, CAESAR; ANTONY,
for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, Decius, CiCERO, BRUTUS, Cassius, and Casca, a great crowd following; among them a Soothsayer, Caes, Calphurnia, Casca. Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.
(Musick ceases. Caes. Calphurnia, Cal. Here, my lord.
Caes. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Antonius.
Ant. Caesar, my lord.
Caes. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
Ant. I shall remember:
[Musick. Sooth. Caesar. Caes. Ha! Who calls ? Cascą. Bid every noise be still: again.
[Musick ceases. Caes. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick,