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А с т І. SCENE, a Street in ROME. Enter Flavius, (1) Marullus, and certain Commoners.
FL A V I US. *ENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you
Is this a holiday? what! know you not, *** Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a labouring day, without the fign Of your profession? speak, what trade art thou ?
Car. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ?
Cob. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobler.
Mar. But what trade art thou ? answer me directly.
Cob. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of badi foals.
(1) Murellus.] I have, upon the Authority of Plutarch, &c. given to this Tribune, his right Name, Marullus, A 1
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 saucy fellow?
Cob. Why, Sir, cobble' you.
Cob. Truly, Sir, all, that I live by, is the awl: I meddle with no tradesman'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 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 fee 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 senseless things ! 0
you hard hearts ! you cruel men of Rome! Knew you not Pompey? many a time and oft Have
climb'd 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 pass the streets of Rome : And when
saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tyber trembled underneath his banks To hear the replication of your sounds, Made in his concave shores ?
(2) Mar. What means tbou 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 put on your best attire ?
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for that fault Assemble all the
Mar. May we do fo?
Flav. It is no matter, let no images
Enter Cæsar, Antony, for the Course, Calphurnia, Porcia,
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
Caf. Forget not in your speed, Antonius,
Ant. I shall remember.
Caf. Set on, and leave no ceremony out.
Cæs. Who is it in the Press, that calls on me
Sootb. Beware the Ides of March.
-[Exeunt Cæfar and Train,
Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
.Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late;
friend that loves you.
Of late, with passions of some difference,
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passions
Bru. No, Caffius; for the eye fees not itself,
Cas. "Tis juit.
of the best respect in Rome, (Except immortal Cæfar) speaking of Brutus, And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Have wish'd, that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cafius, That you would have me feek into myself, For that which is not in me?
Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear ;
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