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TRIUMVIRS AFTER THE DEATH MARCUS ANTONIUS:
OF JULIUS CÆSAR.
CONSPIRATORS AGAINST JULIUS LIGARIUS :
SERVANTS TO BRUTUS.
CALPURNIA: WIFE TO CÆSAR.
SENATORS, CITIZENS, GUARDS, ATTENDANTS, etc.
SCENE–Rome; the Neighbourhood of Sardis ; the
Neighbourhood of Philippi.
THE TRAGEDY OF
SCENE s. Rome. A Street.
Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners
over the Stage. Flav. Hence! home, you idle Creatures, get you home:
Is this a holiday? what I know you not,
Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou ?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
You, Sir, what trade are you? Sec. Com. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am
but, as who would say, a cobbler. 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:
you be out, Sir, I can mend you. MAR. What mean’st thou by that ? mend me, thou saucy
. FLAV. Thou art a cobbler, art thou ? 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
gone upon my handiwork.
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ?
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,
grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?
you hard Hearts, you cruel Men of Rome,
climb'd up to walls and battlements,
That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;?
[Exeunt all the Commoners.