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Mrs. Hartley, Mrs, Vincent.
GUARDS and ATTENDANTS.
SCENE-For the three first Acts, at Rome ; after
wards at an Isle near Mutina, at Sardis, and Philippi.
Enter Casca, D. Brutus, and certain Plebeians.
your profession i speak, what trade art thou?
Casca. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on? You, sir, -What trade are you?
2 Pleb. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobler.
Casca. But what trade art thou? answer me, directly.
2 Pleb. A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, a mender of bad soles.
Casca. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
2 Pleb. Nay, I beseech you, sir.be not out with me: yet if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
Casca. What mean'st thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow?
2 Pleb. Why, sir, cobble you.
2 Pleb. Truly, sir, all that I live by is the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor woman's matters; but withal I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather, have gone upon my handy work.
Casca. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ?
2 Pleb. 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. Casca. Wherefore rejoice?
Therefore rejoice! — what conquests
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
to walls and battlements,
not made an universal shout,
And do you now cull out an holiday?
[Exeunt Plebeians. Go you
down that way, towards the capitol, This way will I; disrobe the images, If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. 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 severally. Enter CÆSAR, Antony for the Course, CALPHUR
NIA, Decius Brutus, Cassius, Casca, a SoorkSAYER, TREBONIUS, &c. Cues. Calphurnia ----Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. Cæs. Calphurnia--Calp. Here, my lord. Caz. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course- -Antonius
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
Cæs. Forget not in your speed, Antonius,
Ant. I shall remember.
Cæs. Set on, and leave no ceremony out.
Cæs. Who is it in the press, that calls on me?
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
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.
[Exeunt Cxsar and Train.
Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
Cos. Brutus, I do observe you now of late;