JULIUS CÆSAR ACT I. SCENE I. Rome. A street. Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners. 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 workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. II 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. MAR. What meanest thou by that? mend me, 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 withal 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? 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. 32 MAR. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? 40 You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! And do you now put on your best attire? 50 That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Be gone; 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 Tiber banks, and weep your tears бо [Exeunt all the Commoners. See, whe'er their basest metal be not moved; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; This way will I disrobe the images, If you do find them decked with ceremonies. MAR. May we do so? You know it is the feast of Lupercal. FLAV. It is no matter; let no images These growing feathers plucked from Cæsar's wing Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness. SCENE II. A public place. 70 [Exeunt. Flourish. Enter CESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer. CES. Calpurnia! Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. CASCA. CES. CAL. Here, my lord. CES. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. ANT. Cæsar, my lord? Antonius! CAS. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, I shall remember: ANT. CES. Ha! who calls? Calpurnia! 10 [Flourish. CASCA. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, CES. What man is that? 20 BRU. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. CES. What say'st thou to me now? speak once again. SOOTH. Beware the ides of March. CES. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. [Sennet. Exeunt. Manent BRUTUS & CASSIUS. CAS. Will you go see the order of the course? BRU. Not I. CAS. I pray you, do. BRU. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; CAS. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: BRU. Cassius, 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. 30 40 CAS. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? But by reflection by some other things. CAS. 'Tis just : And it is very much lamented, Brutus, 50 That you have no such mirrors as will turn That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Where many of the best respect in Rome, Except immortal Cæsar, speaking of Brutus 60 And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes. BRU. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me? CAS. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear : That of yourself which you yet know not of. 70 [Flourish and shout. BRU. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Cæsar for their king. CAS. BRU. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. CAS. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Cæsar; so were you: 80 90 100 |