JUL I US

CÆ SA R.

Vol. VII.

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JULIUS CÆSAR.
O&avius Cæsar,
M. Antony,

Triumvirs, after the Death of Julius Cæsar.
M. Æmil. Lepidus,
Cicero.
Brutus,

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Cassius,
Casca,
Trebonius,
Ligarius,

Conspirators against Julius Cæsar.
Decius Brutus,
Metellus Cimber,
Cinna,

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Popilius Læna, 1

Senotors.
Publius,
Flavius,

Tribunes and Enemies to Cæsar.
Marullus,
Messala,

Friends to Brutus and Caflius.
Titinius,
Artemidorus, a Sophift of Cnidos.
A Soothsayer.
Young Cato.
Cinna, a Poet.
Another Poet.
Lucilius,
Dardanius,
Volumnius,
Varro,

Servants to Brutus.
Clitus,
Claudius,
Strato,
Lucius,
Pindarus, Servant of Cafius.
Ghost of Julius Cæfar.
Cobler.
Carpenter.
Oiber Plebeians.

Calphurnia, Wife to Cæfar.
Porcia, Wife to Brutus,

Guards and Allendants.

SCENE, for the three first Afts, at Rome: after

wards, at an Ide near Mutina; al Sardis; and Philippi.

Of this play there is no copy earlier than that of 1623. Folio.

A CT I. SCENE I.

A Street in Rome.

Enter Flavius, ' Marullus, and certain Commoners.

FLAVIUS.
ENCE; 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 ?

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.

• Murellus,] I have, upon the to this tribune, his right name. authority of Plutarck, &c. given Marullus, THEOBALD.

B 2

Flav.

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.

• Mar. What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou faucy fellow

Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you.
Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou?

Cob. Truly, Sir, all, that I live by, is the awl. 1 meddle with no tradelman's matters, nor woman's matters; but with-all, I am, indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when thưy are in great danger, I recover 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 Ce far, 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

things !
o you hard hearts ! you cruel men cf Rose !
Knew you not Pompey? many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have fate

2 Mar. What mean'd thou by might properly enough reply to tha'?] As the Cabler, in the a saucy fentence directed to his preceding speech, replies to Fla- colleague, and to whom the vius, not to Marullus ; 'tis plain, speech was probably given, that I think, this speech must be given he might not stand too long unto Flavius. THEOBALD, employed upon the stage. I bave replaced Marullus, who

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