JULIUS CAES A R.

VOL. XV

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Julius Caesar,
Octavius 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.

Calphurnia', Wife to Caesar. 5
Portia , Wife to Brutus.
Senators, Citizens; Guards, Attendants, &c.
SCENE, during a great part of the play, at
Rome: afterwards at Sardisį and near

Philippi,

JULIUS CAESAR.

'ACT 1.

SCENE 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? Yon, Sir; what trade are you?

Cit. Truly, Sir, ig 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,

2.

Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou daughty

kvave, whal 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 ibon ?

2. Cit. Truly, Sir, all that I live by is, with the awl: I meddle with no trailesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl. fam indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old' shoes; when they are in great danger, I re-cover thein. As proper inen 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 bis triurnph. Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings

"he home? What tributaries follow himn 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'il 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,