Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE, during a great part of the Play, at Rome: afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi. Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a body of Citizens. Being mechanical, you ought not walk Of your profession? - Speak, what trade art thou? 1 Cit. 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 mean'st thou by that? Mend me, fellow? thou saucy 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 all. 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 neatsleather have gone upon my handywork. 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! To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : 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, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude. Flav. Go, go, good countrymen; and for this fault Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd; You know, it is the feast of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter; let no images [Exeunt Citizens. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, 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 Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Ant. Cæsar, my lord. Antonius. Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia; for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their steril curse. Ant. I shall remember: When Cæsar says, "Do this," it is perform'd. Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. Casca. Bid every noise be still. Peace yet again! [Music. [Music ceases, Cæs. Who is it in the press that calls on me? Speak once again. Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: - pass. [Sennet. Exeunt all but BRU. and CAS. Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? 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, I turn the trouble of my countenance 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. Cas. 'Tis just; And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors, as will turn That you might see your shadow. I have heard, |