CINNA, a poet. Appears, Act III. sc. 3. A Poet. Appears, Act IV. sc. 3. LUCILIUS, a friend to Brutus and Cassius. Appears, Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 3. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 3; sc. 4; sc. 5. Appears, Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 3. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 3. MESSALA, a friend to Brutus and Cassius. Appears, Act IV. sc. 3. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2; sc. 3; sc. 5. Appears, Act V. sc. 3; sc. 4. VOLUMNIUS, a friend to Brutus and Cassius. VARRO, servant to Brutus. Appears, Act IV. sc. 3. Appears, Act IV. sc. 3. STRATO, servant to Brutus. Appears, Act V. sc. 3; sc. 5. LUCIUS, servant to Brutus. Appears, Act II. sc. 1; sc. 4. Act IV. sc. 2; c. 3. Appears, Act V. sc. 5. PINDARUS, servant to Cassius. CALPHURNIA, wife to Cæsar. PORTIA, wife to Brutus. Appears, Act I. sc. 2. Act II. sc. 1; sc. 4. Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE,‚—during a GREAT PART OF THE PLAY AT ROME; AFTERWARDS AT SARDIS; AND NEAR PHILIPPI. The Tragedy of Julius Cæsar' was first printed in the folio collection of 1623. The text is divided into acts; and the stage directions are full and precise. Taken altogether, we know no play of Shakspere's that presents so few difficulties arising out of inaccuracies in the original edition. JULIUS CÆSAR. 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, Being mechanical, you ought not walk, Upon a labouring day, without the sign Of your profession?-Speak, what trade art thou? 1 Cr. 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 cobbler. 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 soles. FLAV. 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 cobbler, art thou? 2 Crr. Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with all. 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 handiwork. 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 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! And do you now put on your best attire? Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude. FLAV. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Assemble all the poor men of your sort; [Exeunt Citizens, Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears Go you down that way towards the Capitol; If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. You know it is the feast of Lupercal. FLAV. It is no matter; let no images Who else would soar above the view of men, [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A public Place. Enter in procession, with music, CESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA, a great crowd following; among them a Soothsayer. CAS. Calphurnia,— CASCA. CES. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. [Music ceases. CAL. Here, my lord. CES. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, CAS. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, ANT. I shall remember: When Cæsar says "Do this," it is perform'd. CAS. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. SOOTH. Cæsar. Calphurnia, Music. CES. Ha! Who calls? CASCA. Bid every noise be still:-Peace yet again. CES. Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music. [Music ceases Cry, Cæsar: Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. CAS. What man is that? BRU. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. CAS. Set him before me; let me see his face. Look upon Cæsar. CAS. Fellow, come from the throng: [Sennet. Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS CAS. Will you go see the order of the course? 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: Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look, Merely upon myself. Vexed I am, Of late, with passions of some difference, Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men. CAS. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? BRU. No, Cassius: for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things. |