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Flav. 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 men 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 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
hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd
to walls and battlements,
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
[Exeunt Citizens. See, whe'r' their basest metal be not mov’d; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Go you
down that way towards the Capitol; This way will I : Disrobe the inages, If you
do find thein deck'd with ceremonies.? Mar. May we do so? 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, And drive away the vulgar from the streets: So do you too, where you perceive them thick. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Will make him fly an ordinary pitch; Who else would soar above the view of men, And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt.
See, whe'r-) Whether.
deck'd with ceremonies.] Ceremonies are honorary ornaments; tokens of respect.
Enter, in Procession, with Musick, CÆSAR; AN
TONY, for the course ; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, Decius, CICERO, Brutus, Cassius, and CASCA, a great Croud following ; among them a Soothsayer. Cæs. Calphurnia, Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.
Musick ceases. Cies.
Calphurnia,Cal. Here, my lord.
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course.-Antonius.
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
I shall remember:
[Musick. Sooth. Cæsar. Cres. Ha! Who calls? Casca. Bid every noise be still :—Peace yet again.
* This person was not Decius, but Decimus Brutus. The poet (as Voltaire has done since) confounds the characters of Marcus and Decimus. Decimus Brutus was the most cherished by Cæsar of all his friends, while Marcus kept aloof, and declined so large a share of his favours and honours, as the other had constantly accepted.
Cæs. Who is it in the press, that calls on me?
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
What man is that! Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of
March. Cæs. 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.
Sennet. Exeunt all but Bru. and Cas. Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Bru. Not I. Cas. I pray you,
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
I'll leave you.
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
friend that loves you. Bru.
Cassius, Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
* Sennet.] I have been informed that sennet is derived from senneste, an antiquated French tune fornierly used in the arıny; but the Dictionaries which I have consulted exhibit no such word. It may be a corruption from sonata, Ital. STEVENS
strange a hand-] Strange, is alien, unfamiliar, such as might become a stranger.
Of late, with passions of some difference,
further my neglect, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men. Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your
passion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Bru. No, Cassius: for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
Cas. 'Tis just:
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear:
passions of some difference,] With a fluctuation of discordant opinions and desires.
- your passion;] i. e. the nature of the feelings from which you are now suffering.