JULIUS CESAR.

SCENE, for the three first Acts, at Rome; after

wards at an Ifle near Mutina; at Sardis; and Philippi.

Enter FLAVIUS, (1) MARULLUS, and certain Com)

moners. L

HEN

FLAVIUS.

ENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you
home;

Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a labouring day, without the fign
Of your profeffion? Speak, what trade art thou?
Car. Why, Sir, a carpenter.

Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
What doft thou with thy beft apparel on?
You, Sir-what trade are you?

Cob. Truly, Sir, in refpect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would fay, a cobler.

Mar. But what trade art thou? answer me directly.

Cob. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a fafe confcience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals.

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

(1) Murellus.] I have, upon the authority of Plutarch, &, given to this tribune his right name, Marullus.

Cob. Nay, I befeech you, Sir, be not out with me: yet if you be out, Sir, I can mend you.

(2) Flav. What mean'ft thou by that ? mend me, thou fauey fellow?

Gob. Why, Sir, cobble you.

Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou?

Cob. Truly, Sir, all that Llive by, is the awl: I meddle with no tradefman's matters, nor woman's matters; but withal, I am, indeed, Sir, a furgeon to old fhoes; 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 fhop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

Gob. Truly, Sir, to wear out their fhoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, Sir, we make holiday to fee Cæfar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Mar Wherefore rejoice!. --what conquell brings he home?

What tributaries follow him to Rome,

To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? You blocks, you ftones, you worfe than fenfelefs things!

you hard hearts! you cruel men of Rome!
Knew you not Pompey? many a time and oft
Have you climbed 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 fee great Pompey país the ftreets of Rome:
And when you faw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tyber trembled underneath his banks

(2) Mar. What meanest 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.