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JULIUS CÆSAR.
Octavius Cæsar,
M. Antony,

Triumvirs, after the Death of Julius Cæfar.
M. Æmil. Lepidus,
Cicero.
Brutus,
Calius,
Casca,
Trebonius,

Conspirators against Julius Cæsar,
Ligarius,
Decius Brutus,
Metellus Cimber,
Cinna,

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Popilius Læna, 1

Senators.
Publius,
Flavius,

Tribunes and Enemies to Cæsar,
Marullus,
Messala,

Friends to Brutus and Cassius,
Titinius,
Artemidorus, a Sophift of Cnidos,
A Soothsayer.
Young Caco.
Cinna, a Poet.
Another Poet.
Lucilius,
Dardanius,
Volumnius,
Varro,

Servants to Brutus,
Clitus,
Claudius,
Strato,
Lucius,
Pindarus, Servant of Caffius,
Gost of Julius Cæsar.
Cobler.
Carpenter.
Oiher Plebeians.

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Calphurnia, Wife to Cæsar.
Porcia, Wife 12 Brutus,

Guards and Attendants,

SCENE, for the three first Afts, at Rome: after

wards, at an Ine near Mutina; at Sardis ; and
Philippi.

Of this play there is no copy earlier than that of 1623. Folio.

JULIUS CÆ S A R.

ACT I. : SCENE I.

A Street in Rome,

Enter Flavius, -' Marullus, and certain Commoners.

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FLAVIUS.
ENCE; 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 profesion? Speak, what trade art thou ?

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 di.

rectly. Cob. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a fufe conscience; which is indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals.

. Murellus,] I have, upon the to this tribune, his right name, authority of Plutarch, &c. given Marullus. THEOBALD.

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Flav,

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.

? Mar. What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow?

Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you.
Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ?

Cob. Truly, Şir, all, that I live by, is the awl. I meddle with no tradesman's matters,' nor woman's matters; but with-all, I am, indeed, Sir, a furgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather have gone upon my handy-work.

Flav. But wherefore are not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets :

Cob. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to gec myself into more work. But, indeed, Sir, we make holiday to see Cæfar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Mer. 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 senselefs

things!
O 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 towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have fate

Mar. What mean' thou by might properly enough reply to that?] As the Cöbler, in the a faucy sentence directed to his preceding speech, replies to Fla- colleague, and to whom the vius, not to Marullus ; 'tis plain, speech was probably given, that I think, this speech must be given he might not stand too long unto Flavius. THEOBALD, employed upon the stage. I have replaced Marullus, who

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