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Persons Represented. Julius Caesar. M. Aemil. Lepidus,) Triumvirs, after the Death of Ju. Octavius Caesar,

lius Caesar. Marcus Antonius, Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena, Senators. Marcus Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Trebonius, Conspirators against Julius Caesar. Ligarius, 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 Volum.

nius; Friends to Brutus and Cassius. Varro, Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, Dardanius;

Servants to Brutus. Pindarus, Servant tu Cassius.

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

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, etc.

SCENE, during a great part of the play, at Rome: af

terwards at Sardig; and near Philippi.




Rome. A Street.

Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a rabble of Citizens. Flav. HENCE; home, you idle creatures,

get you home; Is this a boliday 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? Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?


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What dost thou with thy best apparel on! —
You, sir; what trade are you?

2. Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am bụt, as you would


a cobler. Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me di.

rectly. 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

knave, 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 by that? Mend me, thou saucy

fellow ? 2. Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.

. Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ?

9. 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 awl. 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.


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 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,

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Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time 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 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,
Have you not made an universal shout,
'That Tyber trembled underneath her banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds,
Made in her concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in bis way,
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ?

Be gone;

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs myst light on this ingratitude.
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this

Assemble all the poor 'men of your sort;
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

[Exeunt Citizens, See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd; They vanish tongue-tyd in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; This way will I: Disrobe the images, If

you do find them deck'd with ceremonies,

Mar. May we do‘so ?
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal,

Flav. It is no matter; let no images.
Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets :
So do you too, where you perceive them thick,

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These growing feathers pluck’d from Caesar's

Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;
Who else would soar above the view of men,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt,

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Enter, in procession, with musick, CAESAR; ANTONY,

for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, Decius, CiCERO, BRUTUS, Cassius, and Casca, a great crowd following; among them a Soothsayer, Caes, Calphurnia, Casca. Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

(Musick ceases. Caes. Calphurnia, Cal. Here, my lord.

Caes. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Antonius.

Ant. Caesar, my lord.

Caes. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calphurnia: for our elders say,
The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their steril curse.

Ant. I shall remember:
When Caesar says, Do this, it is perform'd,
Caes. Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

[Musick. Sooth. Caesar. Caes. Ha! Who calls ? Cascą. Bid every noise be still: again.

[Musick ceases. Caes. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick,

Poace yet

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