Flavius, Marullus, MeЛlala, Titinius, Confpirators against Julius Cæfar. } Senators. Tribunes, and Enemies to Cæfar. Friends to Brutus and Caffius. Artemidorus, A Sophift of Cnidos. A Soothsayer. Young Cato. Cinna, the Poet. Lucilius, Dardanius, Plebeians, Guards and Attendants. SCENE for the three first Acts in Rome, for the beginning of the fourth at an Island near Bononia, for the remainder of the fourth near Sardis, for the fifth in the Fields of Philippi. JULIUS JULIUS CESAR. A C T I. SCENE I A Street in ROME. Enter Flavius, Marullus, and certain Plebeians. H FLAVIUS. ENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you Is this a holiday? what, know you not, Of your profeffion? fpeak, what trade art thou? Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What doft thou with thy beft apparel on? You, Sir, what trade are you? 2 Pleb. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but as you would fay, a cobler. Mar. But what trade art thou? answer me directly. 2 Pleb. A trade, Sir, that I hope I may ufe with a fafe confcience, which is indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals. Flav. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade? 2 Pleb. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with me; yet if you be out, Sir, I can mend you. Flav. What mean'ft thou by that? mend me, thou fawcy fellow? 2 Pleb. Why, Sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou? 2 Pleb. Truly, Sir, all that I live by, is the awl: I meddle with no man's matters, nor woman's matters; but withall, 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 lead these men about the streets? 2 Pleb. Truly, Sir, to wear out their fhoes, to get my felf 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? I tradesman's 2 comes in triumph Run Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Flav Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault Draw them to Tyber's bank, and weep your tears Do kifs the most exalted fhores of all. [Exeunt Plebeians: If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. Mar. May we do fo? You know it is the feaft of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter, let no images Who else would foar above the view of men, [Exeunt feverally. NE II. Enter Cæfar, Antony for the Courfe, Calphurnia, Portia, Decimus, Cicero, Brutus, Caffius, Cafea, and a Sooth fayer. Caf. Calphurnia! Cafe. Peace, ho! Cæfar fpeaks. Caf. Calphurnia! Calph. Here, my Lord. Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his courfe Ant. Cæfar, my Lord. Antonius!" Caf. Forget not in your speed, Antonius, 3 Tyber To To touch Calpburnia; for our elders fay, Ant. I fhall remember. When Caefar fays, Do this; it is perform'd. Caf. Ha! who calls? Cafe. Bid every noise be ftill; peace yet again. Bru. A footh-fayer bids you beware the Ides of March. Caf. Fellow, come from the throng, look upon Cæfar Caf. What fay'ft thou to me now? fpeak once again. Sooth. Beware the Ides of March. Caf. He is a dreamer, let us leave him; pass. [Exeunt. Manent Brutus and Caffius. SCEN E III. Caf. Will you go fee the order of the courfe? Caf. I pray you do. Bru. I am not gamefome; I do lack fome part Of that quick fpirit that is in Antony: Let me not hinder, Caffius, your defires; I'll leave you. Caf. Brutus, I do obferve you now of late; Bru. Caffius, Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, I turn |