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} Friends to Brutus and Caftus
Triumvirs, 'after ebe Death of Julius Cæsar.
Conspiratört against Julius Cæsat.
Tribunes and Enemies to Cæfar.
Servants of Brutus.
Guards and Attendants.
SCENE, for the three forft Axts, at Rome: afterwas de
at an Ifte near Mutina ; at Sardis; and Philippi.
SCENE, a Street in ROME. Enter Flavius, (1) Marullus, and certain Commoners,
FL AV. I V S.
Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
Upon a labouring day, without the fign Of your profeffion? Speak, what trade art thou?
Car. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What doft thou with thy belt apparel on? You, Sir,- what trade are you?
Cob. 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 safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals.
(1) Murellus.) I have, upon the authority of Plutarib, &c. given to this Tribune, kis right name, Marullas.
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, Sir, I can mend you.
(2) Flav. What mean't thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow ?
Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you.
Cob. Truly, Sir, all that I live by, is the awl: I meddle with no tradesman’s matters, nor woman's matters; but with-all, I am, indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old Thoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod on neats-leather, have gone upon my handy-work.
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why doft thou lead these men about the streets ?
Cob. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, Sir, we make holi. day to fee Cafar, 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! () 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,
(2) Mar. What mean't ibou by that? ] As the Cobler, in the preceding speech, replies to Fluvius, not to Narullus; 'cis plain, I think, this speech soust be given to Flavius,
And do you now cull out an holiday ?
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for this falt
[Exeunt Commonirs. See, where their bafest mettle be not mov’d; They vanish tongue-ty'd in their guiltiness.
you down that way tow'rds the Capitol,
Mar. May we do so?
Flav. It is no matter, let no images
[Exeunt severally. Enter Cæfar, Antony for the Course, Calphurnia, Porcia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Caffius, Calca, a Soothsayer. Cef, Calphurnia, Cajc, Peace, ho! Cafar speaks. Cel. Calphurnia, Calp. Here, my Lord.
Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course - Antonius,
Ant. Cæfar, my Lord.
Cæj. Forget not in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia; for our Elders say,