FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, tribunes.

ARTEMIDORUS of Cnidos, a teacher of Rhetoric.

A Soothsayer.

CINNA, a poet.

Another Poet.

LUCILIUS,

TITINIUS,

MESSALA,

Young CATO,
VOLUMNIUS,

friends to Brutus and Cassius.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.

SCENE: Rome; the neighborhood of Sardis; the neighborhood of Philippi.]

THE TRAGEDIE OF

JULIUS CÆSAR

Actus Primus.

Scona Prima.

[Rome. A street.]

Enter Flavius, Murellus, and certaine Commoners over the Stage.

Flavius.

HENCE: home you idle Creatures, get you home: Is this a Holiday? What, know you not

(Being Mechanicall) you ought not walke Upon a labouring day, without the signe

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Of your Profession? Speake, what Trade art thou?
Car. [First Com.] Why Sir, a Carpenter.
Mur. Where is thy Leather Apron, and thy Rule?
What dost thou with thy best Apparrell on?
You sir, what Trade are you?

Cobl. [Sec. Com.] Truely Sir, in respect of a fine Workman, I am | but as you would say, a Cobler. Mur. But what Trade art thou? Answer me directly. Cob. A Trade Sir, that I hope I may use, with a safe

2. Murellus: Marullus, and so throughout-THEOBALD.

Conscience, which is indeed Sir, a Mender of bad soules. Fla. [Mar.] What Trade thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what Trade?

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Cobl. Nay I beseech you Sir, be not out with me: yet if you be out Sir, I can mend you.

Mur. What mean st thou by that? Mend mee, thou sawcy Fellow?

Cob. Why sir, Cobble you.

Fla. Thou art a Cobler, art thou?

Cob. Truly sir, all that I live by, is with the Aule: I meddle with no Tradesmans matters, nor womens matters; but withal I am indeed Sir, a Surgeon to old shooes: when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon Neats Leather, have gone upon my handy-worke.

Fla. But wherefore art not in thy Shop to day? Why do'st thou leade these men about the streets?

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Cob. Truly sir, to weare out their shooes, to get my selfe into more worke. But indeede sir, we make Holyday to see Casar, and to rejoyce in his Triumph.

Mur. Wherefore rejoyce?

What Conquest brings he home?

What Tributaries follow him to Rome,

To grace in Captive bonds his Chariot Wheeles?

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You Blockes, you stones, you worse then senslesse things:
O you hard hearts, you cruell men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft?
Have you climb'd up to Walles and Battlements,
To Towres and Windowes?

Yea, to Chimney tops,

Your Infants in your Armes, and there have sate
The live-long day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey passe the streets of Rome:

19-20. verse-JOHNSON.

29. withal I: with awl. I-JENNENS. 38-9. 1 1.-Rowe.