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JULIUS CÆSAR.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

Julius CÆSAR.
Octavius CÆSAR,
Marcus ANTONIUS, triumvirs after the death of Julius Cæsar.
M. ÆMIL. LEPIDOS,
CICERO,
PUBLIUS,

senators,
Popilius LENA,
MARCUS BRUTUS,
Cassius,
Casca,
TREBONIUS,

conspirators against Julius Cæsar.
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, friends to Brutus and Cassius.
Young CATO,
VOLUMNIUS,
VARRO,
Clitus,
CLAUDIUS,

servants to Brutus.
STRATO,
Lucius,
DARDANIUS,
PINDARUS, servant to Cassius.

CALPHURNIA, wife to Cæsar.
Portia, wife to Brutus.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.

SCENE-during a great part of the play at Rome; afterwards at Sardis, and

near Philippi.

JULIUS CÆSAR.

ACT I.

Scene I. Rome. A street.

Enter Flavius, MARULLUS,(1) 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 ?

First 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?

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.
First Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe

Ι conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. Mar.(2) 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

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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 Cæsar, 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,
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 Tiber 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 his

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 must light on this ingratitude.

Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exeunt Citizens.
See, whêr their basest metal be not mov'd;

They vanish tongue-tied 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 Cæsar's trophies. I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets :
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch ;
Who else would soar above the view of men,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

[Exeunt.

Scene II. The same. A public place.

Enter, in procession, with music, CÆSAR ; Antony, for the course ;

CALPHURNIA, Portia, Decius, CICERO, BRUTUS, Cassius, and
Casca; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer.
Cæs. Calphurnia,-
Casca.
Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.

[Music ceases. Cæs.

Calphurnia, Cal. Here, my lord.

Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius (3) way, When he doth run his course.-Antonius.

Ant. Cæsar, my lord ?

Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calphurnia; for our elders say,
The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their sterile curse.
Ant.

I shall remember :
When Cæsar says, “ Do this," it is perform’d.

Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. [Music.
Sooth. Cæsar !
Cæs. Ha! who calls ?

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