SCENE, for the three first Alts, at Rome: afterwards, at an Isle near Mutina; at Sardis; and Philippi. JULIUS CESAR ACT I. SCENE I. A Street in Rome. Enter Flavius, Marullus, and certain Commoners, Of FLAVIUS. ENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you home; H Is this a holiday? what! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk Upon a labouring day, without the fign your profeffion? fpeak, what trade art thou? Car. Why, Sir, a carpenter. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?. What doft thou with thy beft apparel on? You, Sir, What trade are you? Cob. Truly, Sir, in refpect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would fay, a cobler. Mar. But what trade art thou? answer me directly. Cob. 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? Cob. 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 faucy fellow? Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou? Cob. Truly, Sir, all, that I live by, is the awl: I meddle with no tradesmen's matters, nor woman's matters; but with-all, I am, indeed, Sir, a furgeon to old fhoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neatsleather have gone upon my handy-work. Flav. But wherefore are not in thy shop to day? Why doft thou lead these men about the ftreets? Cob. Truly, Sir, to wear out their fhoes, to get "myself into more work." But, indeed, Sir, we make holiday to fee Cafar, and to rejoice in his triumph. - Mar. Wherefore rejoice! what conqueft brings What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? And And do you now put on your best attire ? Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Flav Go, go, good countrymen, and for that fault [Exeunt Commoners. See, whe're their baseft mettle be not mov'd; They vanish tongue-ty'd in their guiltinefs. Go you down that way tow'rds the Capitol, This way will I; difrobe the images, 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 Be hung with Cafar's trophies; I'll about, And drive away the vulgar from the streets: So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Thefe growing feathers, pluckt from Cafar's wing, Will make him fly an ordinary pitch Who else would foar above the view of men, And keep us all in fervile fearfulness. [Exeunt feverally. -deck'd with ceremonies.] Ceremonies, for religious ornaThus afterwards he explains them by Cafar's trophies; i. e. fuch as he had dedicated to the Gods. ments. -foar above the view of men,] Paterculus fays of this Cafar, animo fuper humanam & naturam & fidem evectus, which is finely expreffed, if we understand it to fignify that he aspired to a power that was contrary to the rights of nature, and to the duty and good faith he owed his country. VOL. VII. B 3 SCENE Enter Cæfar, Antony, for the Course, Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Caffius, Cafca, a Soothsayer. Caf. Calpburnia, Cafe. Peace, ho! Cæfar fpeaks. Caf. Calphurnia, Calp. Here, my lord. Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, Caf. Forget not in your fpeed, Antonius, Ant. I fhall remember. When Cefar fays, do this; it is perform'd. Caf. Ha! who calls? Cafe Bid every noise be still: peace yet again. Cef. What man is that? Bru. A foothfayer bids you beware the Ides of Caf. Set him before me, let me fee his face. Caf. Fellow, come from the throng, look upon Cæfar. Caf. He is a dreamer, let us leave him; pass. [Exeunt Cæfar and Train. SCENE |