SCENE, for the three firft Ads, at Rome: afterwards at an Ifle near Mutina; at Sardis; and Philippi. SCENE, a Street in Rome. Enter Flavius, (1) Marullus, and certain Commoners. H FLAVIUS. ENCE; home, you idle creatures, get Is this a holiday? what! know you not, Car. Why, Sir, a carpenter. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? 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. (1) Murellus.] I have, upon the Authority of Plutarch, &c. given to this Tribune, his right Name, Marullus. 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'ft thou by that? mend me, thou fawcy 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 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 doft thou lead these men about the streets? Cob. Truly, Sir, to wear out their fhoes, to get my felf 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 ? (2) Mar. What mean'st thou by that?] As the Cobler, in the preceeding Speech, replies to Flavius, not to Marullus; 'tis plain, I think, this Speech must be given to Flavius. And |