SCENE, for the three firft A&ts, at Rome: afterwards, at an Ifle near Mutina; at Sardis; and Philippi. JULIUS CÆSAR. A C T I.. SCENE, a Street in ROME. Enter Flavius, (1) Marullus, and certain Commoners. Of 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 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 ufe with a fafe confcience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals. (1) Murellus.] I have, upon the authority of Plutarch,, &c, given to this Tribune, his right name, Marullas. A 3 Flav. 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't thou by that? mend me, thou faucy 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 tradefman's matters, nor woman's matters; but with-all, I am, indeed, Sir, a furgeon to old fhoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod on neats-leather, have upon my handy-work. gone Flav. But wherefore art not in thy fhop to-day? Why doft thou lead these men about the streets? Cob. Truly, Sir, to wear out their fhoes, to get myfelf into more work. But, indeed, Sir, we make holiday to fee Cafar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Mar. Wherefore rejoice!what conqueft 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 ! new you not Pompey? many a time and oft And do you now put on your best attire ? (2) Mar. What mean'ft thou by that?] As the Cobler, in the preceding fpeech, replies to Flavius, not to Marullus; 'tis plain, I think, this fpeech must be given to Flavius. And And do you now cull out an holiday? Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault [Exeunt Commoners. If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. You know it is the feaft of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter, let no images Who else would foar above the view of men, And keep us all in fervile fearfulness. [Exeunt feverally. Enter Cæfar, Antony for the Courfe, Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Caffius, Cafca, a Soothsayer. Caf. Calphurnia, Cafe. Peace, ho! Cafar fpeaks. Caf. Calpburnia, Calp. Here, my Lord. Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his courfe Ant. Cæfar, my Lord. Antonius, Caf. Forget not in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia; for our Elders fay, A 4 The |