JULIUS CAESAR. A C T I. SCENE I. ROME. Enter Flavius, Murellus, and certain Commoners." H 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? fpeak what trade art thou? Car. Why Sir, a carpenter. Mur. Where is thy feather 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. Mur. 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, Flays Flav. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave what trade? Cob. Nay, I befeech you, Sir, be not out with me: yer if you be out, Sir, I can mend you. Mur. What mean if thou by that? mend me, thou fawey fellow) Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou? Cab. Truly Sir, all that I live by, is the awl: f 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 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 fhop to-day? Why doft thou fead thefe men about the ftreets? Cob. Truly Sir, to wear out their fhoes, to get my felf into more work. But indeed, Sir, we make holyday to fee Cafar, and to rojoice in his triumph. Mur. Wherefore rejoice! he home? what conquefts brings What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? O you hard hearts! you cruel men of Rome! And do you now put on your beft attire. That That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone Run to your houfes, fall upon your knees, Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault Affemble all the poor men of your fort, Draw them to Tyber bank, and weep your tears [Exeunt Commoners You know it is the feast of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter, let no images Who else would foar above the view of men, SCENE II. [Exeunt. Enter Cæfar, Antony for the Course, Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Caffius, Cafea, a Soothfayer; after them Murellus and Flavius. Caf. Calpburnia. Caft. Feace ho, Cafar speaks, Caf. Calphurnia. Calp. Here, my lord. Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his courfe Ant. Cafar, my lord. Antonius. Cef. Forget not in your speed, Antonius, 4 Το To touch Calphurnia; for our elders fay, Ant. I fhall remember. When Cafar fays, do this; it is perform'd. Caf. Ha! who calls? Cafc. Bid every noife be ftill; peace yet again. Caf. What man is that? Bru. A footh-fayer bids you beware the ides of Caf. Set him before me, let me fee his face. Caf. What fay't thou to me now? fpeak once again. Caf. He is a dreamer, let us leave him; pafs. [Exeunt. Manent Brutus and Caffiusį SCENE III. Caf. Will you go fee the order of the course? Bru. Not 1. Caf. I pray you do. Bru. I am not gamefom; I do lack fome part Let me not hinder, Caffius, your defires; Caf. Brutus, I do obferve you now of late; Bru. Caffius, I turn the trouble of my countenance Which give fome foil, perhaps, to my behaviour Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Caf. Then Brutus, I have much mistook your paffion, And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you might fee your fhadow. I have heard Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Caffius, Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear: And fince you know you cannot fee your felf So well as by reflection; I, your glafs, Will modeftly difcover to your felf That of your felf, which yet you know not of. VOL. VI. N Το |