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JULIUS CÆSAR.

VOL. VII.

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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Julius Cæsar.
Octavius Cæsar,

? triumvirs, after the death Marcus Antonius,

of Julius Cæsar.
M. Æmil. Lepidus,
Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena; senators.
Marcus Brutus,
Cassius,
Casca,
Trebonius,

conspirators against Julius Ligarius,

Casar,
Decius Brutus,
Metellus Cinber,
Cinna,
Flavius and Marullus, tribunes.
Artemidorus, a sophist of Cnidos.
A Soothsayer.
Cinna, a poet.

Another Poet.
Lucilius, Titivius, Messala, young Cato, and Vo.

lumnius; friends to Brutus and Cassius. Varro, Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, Dardanius;

servants to Brutus. Pindarus, servant to Cassius.

Calphurnia, wife to Cæsar.
Portia, wife to Brutus.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.

Scene, during a great part of the play, at Rome :

afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi.

JULIUS CÆSAR.

ACT I.

SCENE I. Rome. A street.

Enter Flavius, Marullus, and a rabble of Citizens,

Flavius. Hence; 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 sigo Of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou?

1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.

Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?You, sir; what trade are you?

2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer me di.

rectly. 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soals,

Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty

knave, what trade? 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me : yet, if you be out, I can mend you.

Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow?

2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.
Fluv., Thou art a cobbler, art thou?

2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the awl: I medidle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's-leather, have gone upon my handywork.

Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ?

2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But; indeed, sir, we make holiday, to see Cæsar, 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 you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney.tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat.
The live-long day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tyber trembled underneath her banks,
To lear the replication of your sounds,
Made in her concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?

And do you now strew flowers in his way,
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ?

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Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Flau. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this

fault,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort*;
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

[Exeunt Citizens.
See, whe'rt their basest metal be not mov'd;
They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
This way will I: Disrobe the images,
If you do find them deck'd with ceremoniesi.

Mar. May we do so?
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.

Flat. It is no matter; let no images
Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets :
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing,
Will make him fiy an ordinary pitch;
Who else would soar above the view of men,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Ereunt.

Rank,

+ Whether.
# Honorary ornaments; tokens of respect.

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