Mar. 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 meanest thou by that? Mend me, 20 thou saucy fellow? 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou? 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 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'sleather 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? 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? O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, 40 The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: And do you now put on your best attire? Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, fault, Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears 50 60 hypes. [Exeunt Citizens. See, whether their basest metal be not moved; If you do find them decked with ceremonies. You know it is the feast of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Who else would soar above the view of men, And keep us all in servile fearfulness. SCENE II The same. A public place [Exeunt. Enter, in procession, with music, CÆSAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following; among them a Soothsayer. Cæs. Calpurnia! Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. [Music ceases. Cæs. Calpurnia! Cal. Here, my lord. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. -Antonius, Ant. Cæsar, my lord. Cas. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Ant. I shall remember: When Cæsar says "Do this," it is performed. Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. [Music. Sooth. Cæsar! Cæs. Ha! who calls? 10 Casca. Bid every noise be still:-peace yet again. [Music ceases. Cas. Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry "Cæsar." Speak; Cæsar is turned to hear. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cæs. What man is that? 20 Bru A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Cas. Set him before me; let me see his face. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: look upon Cæsar. Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him;-pass. 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, 30 Be not deceived: if I have veiled my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance Of late, with passions of some difference, Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, That you would have me seek into myself 40 50 60 |