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Enter Flavius, Marullus, and a rabble of Citizens. Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
your profession:-Speak, what trade art thou? i 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 di
rectly. 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 men as ever trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon 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 Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumplı. 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
climb’d up to walls and battlements,
Have you not made an universal shout,
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
[Exeunt Citizens. See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov’d; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Go
you down that way towards the Capitol;
Mar. May we do so?
Flao. It is no matter; let no images
Who else would soar above the view of men,
Enter, in procession, with musick, Cæsar; Antony, for the course; Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Cusca, a great crowd following; among them a soothsayer. Cæs. Calphurnia, Casca.
Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.
[Musick ceases. Cæs.
Calphurnia, Cal. Here, my lord.
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course.-Antonius.
Ant. Cæsar, my lord. .
Çæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
I shall remember:
[Musick. Sooth. Cæsar. Cæs. Ha! Who calls? Casca. Bid every noise be still:-Peace yet again.
Cæs. Who is it in the press, that calls on me?
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of
March. Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon
Cæsar. Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once
again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-pass.
[Sennet. Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius. Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Bru. Not I. Cas. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
I'll leave you.
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
am, Of late, with passions of some difference,