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JULIUS CÆSAR. .
A C T I.
SCENE, a Street in ROME.
FL À VIUs.
Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
Upon a labouring day, without the sign
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rulė?.
Cobe, Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobler.
Mar. But what trade art thou.? answer me directly.
Cob. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a fafe conscience, which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals.
(1) Murellus.] I have, upon the authority of Plutarcb, &c. given to this Tribune, his right name, Marullus,
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, Sír, I
you. (2) Flav. What mean’ft thou by that ? mend me, thous faucy fellow?
Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you.
Cob. Truly, Sir, all that I live by, is the awl: 1: meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor woman's matters; but with-all, I am, indeed, Sir, a furgeon to old shoes; 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 dost thou lead these men about the streets?
Cot. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to get my.. Telf into more work. But, indeed, Sir, we make holic day to fee Cæfar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Mar. Wherefore rejoice !-what conqueft brings .
he home? What tributaries follow him to Romeo Τα grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things: O you
hard hearts ! you cruel men of Rome!
(2) Mar. Wbat mean's tbou by tbat ?] As the Cobler, in the preceda ing speech, replies to Flavius, not to Marubius; 'ois plain, I think, this speech must be given to Flavirso
And do you now callout an holiday?
Run to your houses; fall upon your knees, Pray to the Gods, to intermit the plague, 7 hat needs muft light on this ingratitude.
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault Assemble all the poor men of your Sort ; : Draw them to Tyber bank, and weep your tears Into the channel, 'till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all..
(Exeunt Commoners. See, whe're their baseft mettle be not mov'd; 'I hey vanish tongue-ty'd in their guiltiness. Go
you down that way tow'rds the Capitol,
Mar. May we do so!
Flav. It is no matter, let no images
Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his Course Antonius,
Ant. Caefar, my lord.
Caf, Forget not in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calpburnia ; for our Elders say,
The Barren, touched in this holy Chase,
Ant. I shall remember.
Caf. Set on, and leave no Ceremony out.
Cæs. Who is it in the Press, that calls on me
Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.
(Exeurt Cæsar and Traine.
Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part :
Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late ;
friend that loves you.
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd,
Caf. Then, Brutus, I have much-mistook your passion;
face? Bru. No, Caffius; for the eye sees not it felf,, But by reflexion from some other things.
Cas. 'Tis just.
have no such mirrors, as will turn ·
of the best respect in Rome,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Galius, That you
would have me feek into my self, For that which is not in me?
Cal. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear ;) And since you know, you cannot see your
[Flourish and hout.