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triumvirs after the death of Julius Cæsar.
Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena; senators.
conspirators against Julius Cæsar.
Flavius and Marullus, tribunes.
Cinna, a Poet. Another Poct.
Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, young Cato, and Volumnius; 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.
A Street. Enter Flavius, Ma rullus, and a Rabble of Citizens.
HENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you home ;
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
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 directly. 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, sir, I can mend you.
Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow?
2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.
Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I meddle 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 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 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?
And do you now put on your best attire?
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
That needs must light on this ingratitude."
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exc. Citizens.
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
Who else would soar above the view of men,
SCENE II.-The same. A public Place. Enter, in Procession, with music, Cæsar; Antony, for the course; Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca, a great Crowd following; among them a Soothsayer.
Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.
Here, my lord.
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way; When he doth run his course. Antonius.
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
Caes. Forget not, in your speed, Antonins, To touch Calphurnia: for our elders say,
The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their steril curse.
I shall remember: When Caesar says, Do this, it is perform❜d. Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. [Music. Such. Caesar.
Cas. Ha! who calls?
Gasca. Bid every noise be still-Peace yet again. [Music ceases. Caes. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry, Caesar :-Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
What man is that! Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of
Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face.
Caes. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Caes. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-pass.
[Sennet. Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius. Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Bru. Not I.
Cas. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
Cassius, Be not deeciv'd: If I have veil'd my look,