FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, tribunes. ARTEMIDORUS of Cnidos, a teacher of Rhetoric. Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, etc. SCENE: Rome; the neighborhood of Sardis; the neigh borhood of Philippi. Flav. Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home: Is this a holiday? what! know you not, Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? Mar. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? You, sir, what trade are you? Sec. Com. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine work man, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. 10 Mar. But what trade art thou? answer me directly.° Sec. Com. A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade? Sec. Com. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Mend me, Mar. What meanest thou by that? thou saucy fellow ? Sec. Com. Why, sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou? 20 Sec. Com. Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl. 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 neat's-leather have gone upon my handiwork. Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? 30 Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Sec. Com. 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! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft 40 And do you now put on your best attire? Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, 50 Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, |