Julius Caesar

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JULI US CAESAR dramatis persona Julius C^sar. A Soothsayer. octavius caesar, Marcus Antonius, M. íEmilius Lepidus, Cicero, i Publius , / senators Popilius Lena,J Marcus Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Trebonius, Ligarius, triumvlrs ClNNA, a poet aftertlie . Y deatli of Another Poet Julius Csö- LUCILIUS, % sar 9 I messTS; lfrienfvto Bmtus Young Cato, i and cassius' volumnius j ) Varró, Clitus, conspirators Claudius, >againstju- Strato, /servants to Brutus. ljgarius, |r° n " -t^ Ihus Caesar. Lurius Decius Brutus , | ^u ci u b, MetellusCimber, Dardanius , Cinna, / Pindarus, servant to Cassius. Flavius and Marullus, íribunes. Calphurnia, wife to Caesar. Artemidorus, a sophist of Portia, wife to Brutus. Cnidos. Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. Scene - durittg a great part of the play at Romé; afterwards ttear Sardis, and near PhilippL A C T I. Scene i. Romé. A street. Enter Flavius , Marullus , and a rabbié of Citizens. Flav. Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home: Iá this a holiday? wbatl know you not,
2 jul1tjs ciesar. [ACT I. Being mechanical, you ought not walk XJpon a labouring day without the sign Of your profession? - Speak, what trade art thou? First Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter. Mar. Where is thy leather aprón and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on? - You, sir, what trade are you? Sec. Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. Mar. But what trade art thou? answer me directly. Sec. Cit A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade? Sec. 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! Sec. Cit. Why, sir, cobble you, Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou? Sec. 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 handiwork. Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Sec. 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 conquestbringshehome? What tributaries follow him to Eome, 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 Eome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, Vissza