Cinna, Flavius, and Marullus, Tribunes. Cinna, a Poet, Another Poet. Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, Young Cato, and Calphurnia, Wife to Caesar. Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE, during a great part of the play, at Rome: afterwards at Sardis; and near 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? 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 cobler. Mar. But what trade art thou? directly. Answer me 2. Cit. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad soals. Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty kuave, 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, thou saucy fellow? 2. Cit. Why, Sir, cobble you. Flay. Thou art a cobler, 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 with awl. I am indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I re-cover them. As proper inen as ever trod upon neats-leather, 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 nake holiday, to see Caesar, and to rejoice in his triumph. T 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, |