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 tradefmen'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 neats-leather have gone upon my handy-work. Fla. But wherefore art not in thy fhop to day? Why doft thou lead thefe men about the streets? Cob. Truly, Sir, to wear out their fhoes, to get myfelf into more work. But, indeed, Sir, we make holiday to fee Cafar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Mar. Wherefore rejoice!-what conqueft brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels ? And do you now put on your Run to your houfes, fall upon your knees, Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for that fault Affemble all the poor men of your fort; Draw them to Tyber's bank, and weep your tears Do kifs the most exalted fhores of all. [Exeunt Commoners. If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. You know it is the feaft of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter, let no images Who else would foar above the view of men, Enter Cæfar, Antony, for the Courfe, Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Caffius, Cafca, a Soothsayer. Caf. CALPHURNIA, Cafca. Peace, ho! Cafar fpeaks. Caf. Calphurnia, Calp. Here, my lord. Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, Caf. Forget not in your speed, Antonius, Shake Shake off their fteril curfe. Ant. I fhall remember. When Cæfar fays, do this; it is perform'd. Caf. Ha! who calls? Cafca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again. Caf. Who is it in the Prefs, that calls on me? I hear a tongue, fhriller than all the mufic, Cry, Cæfar. Speak; Cæfar is turn'd to hear. Sooth. Beware the Ides of March. Caf. What man is that? Bru. A foothfayer bids you beware the Ides of March. Caf. Set him before me, let me fee his face. Caf. Fellow,come from the throng, look upon Cæfar. Caf. What fay'ft thou to me now? fpeak once again. Sooth. Beware the Ides of March. Caf. He is a dreamer, let us leave him; pafs. [Exeunt Cæfar and Train. Manent Brutus and Caffius. Caf. WILL you go fee the order of the Course? Bru. Not I. Caf. I pray you, do. Eru. I am not gamesome; I do lack fome part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony : Let me not hinder, Caffius, your defires; I'll leave you. Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late; I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And fhew of love, as I was wont to have; You bear too flubborn and too ftrange a hand Over friend that loves you. your Bru. Caffius, Be not deceiv'd if I have veil'd my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance Which give fome foil, perhaps, to my behaviour: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Caf. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your paffion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no fuch mirrors, as will turn Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear; That of yourself, which yet you know not of. F 3 That That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [Flourish and fhout. Bru. What means this fhouting? I do fear, the People Chufe Cæfar for their King. Caf. Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it fo. Bru. I would not, Caffius; yet I love him well: I was born free as Cæfar, fo were you; And bid him follow; fo, indeed, he did. But |