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? triumvirs, after the death Marcus Antonius,
of Julius Cæsar.
conspirators against Julius Ligarius,
lumnius; friends to Brutus and Cassius. Varro, Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, Dardanius;
servants to Brutus. Pindarus, servant to Cassius.
Calphurnia, wife to Cæsar.
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.
Scene, during a great part of the play, at Rome :
afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi.
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.
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
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Mar. May we do so?
Flat. It is no matter; let no images