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Flav. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade ?
Cob. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with me : yet
be out, Sir, I can mend you. Flav. What mean'st thou by chat : mend me, thou faucy fellow?
Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you.
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 surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon leather have gone upon my handy-work.
Flav. But wherefore are not in thy shop to day? Why dost 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 holiday to see Cæfar, 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! O you hard hearts! you cruel men of Rome! Knew you not Pompey? many a cime and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To Towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops, Your infants in your arms; and there have fate The live-long day with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tyber trembled underneath his banks To hear the replication of your sounds, Made in his concave shores?
And Be gone
And do you now put on your best attire ?
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for that fault
Mar. May we do fo?
Flav. It is no matter, let no images
Thus afterwards he explains them by Cæfar's trophies ; i. e, such as he had dedicated to the Gods.
foar above the view of men,] Paterculus says of this Cafar, animo fuper humanam & naturam & fidem evectus, which is finely expressed, 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 oived his country.
SCENE SCE N E II.
Enter Cæsar, Antony, for the Course, Calphurnia,
Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, a
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
Ant. Cæfar, my lord.
Cæs. Forget not in your speed, Antonius,
Ant. I shall remember.
Cef. Set on, and leave no ceremony out.
Cæf. Who is it in the Press, that calls on me?
Sootb. Beware the Ides of March.
[Exeunt Cæsar and Train.
S CE N E III.
Manent Brutus and Caffius.
Bru. I am not gamesom ; I do lack fome part
I'll leave you.
Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late; I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And shew of love, as I was wont to have ; You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you.
Bru. Caffius, Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance Meerly upon myfelf. Vexed I am, Of late, with passions of some difference, Conceptions only proper to myself; Which give some foil, perhaps, to my behaviour: But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd, Among which number, Cassius, be you one ; Nor conftrue any farther my neglect, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shews of love to other men. Caf. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your
passion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Bru. No, Casius; for the eye' sees not itself, But by reflexion from some other things,
Caf. 'Tis just.
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cafhus,
Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear ;
(Flourish and shout.
Caf. Ay, do you fear it?
Bru. I would not, Cafhus; yet I love him well;