Breaking his oath and resolution like Cor. Hear'ft thou, Mars ? Auf. Name not the God, thou boy of tears. Auf. No more. Cor. Measurelefs liar, thou haft made my heart Was forc'd to fcold. Your judgments, my grave Lords, 1 Lord. Peace both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volfcians, men and lads, Alone I did it. Boy? Auf. Why, noble Lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your fhame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? All Con. Let him die for't. All Cit. Tear him to pieces, do it presently. 1 Cit. He kill'd my fon. 2 Cit. My daughter. 4 Cit. He kill'd my father. 2 Lord. Peace-no outrage-peace The man is noble, and his fame folds in This orb o'th' earth; his laft offences to us VOL. VII. P Cor. Cor. O that I had him, With fix Aufidius's, or more his tribe To ufe my lawful sword Auf. Infolent villain! All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. [The Confpirators all draw, and kill Martius, who falls, and Aufidius ftands on him. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Auf. My noble Lords, hear me fpeak. 1 Lord. O, Tullus 2 Lord. Thou haft done a deed, whereat Valour will weep. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him masters all, be quiet, Put up your fwords. Auf. My Lords, when I fhall fhew (as in this rage 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded 2 Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame : Auf. My rage is gone, And I am ftruck with forrow: take him up : [Exeunt, bearing the body of Martius. A dead march LUCIUS, PINDARUS, Servant to Caffius. CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cæfar. Plebeians, Guards and Attendants. SCENE for the three firft Acts in Rome, for the begin ning of the fourth at an Island near Bononia, for the remainder of the fourth near Sardis, for the fifth in the Fields of Philippi. JU. 1 JULIUS CESAR. Flav. ACT I. SCENE I. Enter Flavius, Marullus, and certain Plebeians. H Is this a holiday? what, know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk Upon a labouring day, without the fign Of your profeffion? fpeak, what trade art thou? Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? You, Sir, what trade are you? 2 Pleb. Truly, Sir, in refpect of a fine workman I am but as you would fay, a cobler. Mar. But what trade art thou? anfwer me directly. 2 Pleb. A trade, Sir, that I hope I may use with a fafe confcience, which is indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals. Flav. 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. Flav. What mean'ft thou by that? mend me, thou fawcy fellow ? 2 Pleb. Why, Sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou? 2 Pleb. Truly, Sir, all that I live by, is the awl: I P 3 meddle |