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A C T I.
A Street in Rome.
Enter Flavius, 'Marullus, and certain Commoners.
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 dost 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 safe conscience ; which is indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals. 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.
Murillus.] I have, upon the authority of Plutarch, &c. given to this tribune, his right name Marulius.
2 Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow ?.
Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you.
Cob. Truly, Sir, 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 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 handy-work.
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ?
Cob. 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 fones, you worse than senseless
you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
» Mar. What mean' A thou by that??] As the Cobler, in the preceding speech, replies to Flavius, not to Marullus ; 'tis plain, I think, this speech must be given to Flavius. THEOBALD.
I have replaced Marullus, who might properly enough reply to a faucy sentence directed to his colleague, and to whom the speech was probably given, that he might not stand too long unemployed upon the itage.
That Tyber trembled underneath his banks
Be gone :
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
fault Affemble all the
poor men of
your sort; Draw them to Tyber's bank, and weep your tears Into the channel, 'till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
[Exeunt Commoners. See whe'r their baseft metal be not mov'd ; They vanish tongue-cy'd in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol, This way will I: Difrobe the images, If you
do find them 3 deck'd with ceremonies.
Flav. It is no matter. Let no images
3-deck'd with ceremoniis.] Ceremonies, for religious ornaments. Thus afterwards he explains them by Ca far's trophies ; i. e, such as he had dedicated to the Gods.
WAR BURTON. Cæsar's trophies, are I believe the crowns which were placed on his Itatues. So in Sir Tho. North's Translation. “ There were set up images of Cæsar in the city with diadems on their heads like kings. Those the two tribunes went and pulled down,”
These growing feathers pluckt from Cæsar's wing,
S CE NE II.
Portia, * Decius, Cicero, brutus, Casius, Casca,
Cej. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, ,
Ant. Cæsar, My Lord.
Cæs. Forget not in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia: for our Elders say,
4 This person was not Decius, but Decimus Brutus. The poet (as l'oltaire has done since) confounds the characters of Marcus and Decimus. Decimus Bruius was the most cherished by Cæfar of all his friends, while Marcus kept aloof, and declined so large a share of his favours and honours as the other had constantly accepted. Velleius Paterculus, speaking of Decimus Brutus, says—ab iis quos miserat Antonius, jugulatus eft, juftiffimafque optime de le merito, C. Cæsari poenas dedit, cujus cum primus omnium amicorum fuiffet, interfector fuit, et fortunæ ex qua fruétum tulerat, invidiam in auctorem relegabat, censebatque æquum quæ acceperat a Cæsare retinere, Cæsarem qui illa dederat periisse. Lib. ii. c. 64.
Jungitur his Decimus notisfimus inter amicos
The barrén, touched in this holy chase,
Ant. I shall remember :
Caf. Set on; and leave no ceremony out.
Cæf. Who is it in the press, that calls on me?
Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.
Casca. Fellow, come from the throng. Look upon
[s Sennet. Exeunt Cæfar and Train.
Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
5 I have here inserted the word Sennet, from the original edicion, that I may have an opportunity of retracting a hafty conjecture in one of the marginal directions in Henry VIII. 'Sennt appears to be a particular tune or mode of martial musick. Johns.
I have been informed that Sennet is derived from Sennejte, an antiquated French tune formerly used in the army, but the Dictionaries which I have consulted exhibit no such word. STEEVENS.