PERSONS REPRESENTED. Julius Caesar, Octavius Caesar, Marcus Antonius, M. Aemil. Lepidus, Triumvirs, after the Death of Julius Caesar. Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena, Senators. Marcus Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Trebonius, Ligarius, Decius Brutus, Cinna, Metellus Cimber, Flavius, and Marullus, Tribunes. Artemidorus, a Sophist of Cnidos. A Soothsayer. Cinna, a Poet. Another Poet. 1 Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, Young Cato, and Volumnius; Friends to Brutus and Cassius. Varro, Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, Darda nius; Servants to Brutus, Pindarus, Servant to Cassius. Calphurnia, Wife to Caesar. Portia, Wife to Brutus. Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. 1 SCENE, during a great part of the play, at Rome: afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi. JULIUS CAESAR. ACTI. SCENE Ι. Rome. A Street. Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a rabble of Citizens. Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you home; Is this a holiday? 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? 1. Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? 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 but, as you would say, a cobler. Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly. 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. 2. 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 inen as ever trod upon neats-leather, have gone upou my handywork. Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? 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, things! O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, |