Persons Represented. Julius Caesar. M. Aemil. Lepidus,] Triumvirs, after the Death of Ju Octavius Caesar, Marcus Antonius, lius Caesar. A Soothsayer. Cinna, a Poet. Another Poet. Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, Young Cato, and Volumnius; Friends to Brutus and Cassius. Varro, Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, Dardanius; Servants to Brutus. Pindarus, Servant to Cassius. Calphurnia, Wife to Caesar. Portia, Wife to Brutus. Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, etc. SCENE, during a great part of the play, at Rome: afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi, JULIUS CAESAR. ACT I. SCENE I. Rome. A Street. Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a rabble of Citizens. Flav. HENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you home; Is this a holiday? What! know you not, thou? Speak, what trade art 1. Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on? - 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 directly. 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. Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou? 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 handy-work. Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop today? 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 Caesar, 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 And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now strew flowers in his way, Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Assemble all the poor men of your sort; [Exeunt Citizens, You know, it is the feast of Lupercal, Flav. It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Caesar'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 Caesar's wing, Will make him fly an ordinary pitch; Who else would soar above the view of men, SCENE II. The same. A publick Place. [Exeunt, Enter, in procession, with musick, CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA, a great crowd following; among them a Soothsayer, Caes. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, Caes. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Ant. I shall remember: When Caesar says, Do this, it is perform❜d, Caes. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. Sooth. Caesar. Caes. Ha! Who calls? Casca. Bid every noise be still: [Musick. Peace yet again. [Musick ceases. Caes. Who is it in the prefs, that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick, |