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Car. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ? What doft thou with thy best 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
I conscience ; 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'st thou by that? 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 men's matters, nor woman's matters; but withal I am, indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I re-cover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather have gone upon my handy-work.
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to day? Why dost thou lead thefe men about the streets ? Cab. "
Truly, Sir, to wear out their fhoes, to get myself into more work.” But indeed, Sir, we make holiday to fee Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph.
Mar. Wherefore rejoice! what conquest brings What tributaries follow him to Rome, [he home? To
grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? You blocks, you iones, you worse than lenteless things! 0
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, To
'o towers and windows, yea, to chimney.tops,
That Tyber trembled underneath his banks
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for that fanli ;
[Exeunt Commoners, See, whe'r their bafest mettle be not mov'd ; They vanish tongue-ty'd in their guiltiness. 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 Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too, where you perceive them thick. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch ; Who else would foar above the view of men, And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt severally.
S CE N E II. Enter Cæfar, Anthony, for the course, Calphurnia,
Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Callius, Casca, and a Soothsayer. Cæf. Calphurnia, Casca. Peace, ho! Cæfar speaks. Cef. Calphurnia, ceremonies, or religious ornamen's,
Calp. Here, my Lord.
Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
Ant. Cæfar, my Lord.
Ant. I shall remember.
Caf. Set on, and leave no ceremony out.
Caf. Who is it in the press that calls on me?
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
[Exeunt Cæfar and train.
Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late ;
friend that loves you.