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JULIUS CA ES A R.

VOL. XV.

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Julius Caesar,
Oclavius Caesar, Triumvirs, after the Death
Marcus Antonius,

of Julius Caesar.
M. Aemil. Lepidus,
Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena , Senators,
Marcus Brutus,
Cassius,
· Casca,
Trebonius, Conspirators against Julius
Ligarius,

Caesar
Decius Brutus,
Metellus Cimber,
Cinna,
Flavius, and Marullus, Tribunes.
Artemidorus, a Sophist of Cnidos.
A Soothsayer.
Cinna, a Poet. Another Poet.
Lucilius, Titinius, Messala , Young Cato, and

Volumnius; Friends to Brutus and Cassius.
Varro , Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, Darda-

nius; Servants to Brutus, Pindarus, Servant to Cassius.

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Calphurnia', Wife to Caesar. «
Portia , Wife to Brutus.

Senators, Citizens; Guards, Attendants, &c.

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SCENE, during a great part of the play, at

and near Rome: afterwards at Sardis į

Philippi.

J U L I US CA ESA R.

А сті.

SCE N E I.

Rome.

A Street.

Enter Flavius, MARULLUS, and a rabble of

Citizens. Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get

you home; Is this a holiday ? What! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk, Upon a labouring day, without the sign. Of your profession? Speak, what trade art

thou? 1. Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter.

Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ? What dost thou with thy best apparel on? You, Sir; what trade are you?

2. Cit. Truly, Sir, iq respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobler. 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

kvave, 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 hy that? Mend me, thou sancy fellow ?

2. Cit. Why, Sir, cobble you.
Flav. Thou art a cobler, art tbon ?

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 awt. fam indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I re-cover thein. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather, bave gone upou my handywork.

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 Caesar, and to rejoice in his triurnph. 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 ! 0, you hard hearls, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb’ıl up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea , to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat

The live-long day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome :
And when you saw his chariot but appear,

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