X 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly. 6. 2 Cit. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad soles. | 7. Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave," what trade? 8. 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with me: yet if you be out, Sir, I can mend you. 9. Mar. What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow? 12. 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 with awl. 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? 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. 15. 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 things! 1 And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now strew flowers in his way, Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude. 16. Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exeunt CITIZENS. You know it is the feast of Lupercal. Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Who else would soar above the view of men, SCENE II. - The same. A Public Place. [Exeunt. Enter, in Procession with Music, CÆSAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA, a great crowd following, among them a SOOTHSAYER. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, 23. When he doth run his course. Ant. Cæsar, my lord. 25. Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia; for our elders say, Ant. I shall remember: When Cæsar says, Do this, it is performed. [Music. - Peace yet again. Cæs. Who is it in the press that calls on me? Cæs. What man is that? 34. 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. 39. Cæs. He is a dreamer: let us leave him; 44. pass. [Sennet. Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome: I đo 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: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand 45. Bru. Cassius, Be not deceived: if I have veiled my look, Merely upon myself. Vexed I am Of late with passions of some difference, X Conceptions only proper to myself, Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, 46. Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; 48. Cas. 'Tis just : :( And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn That you might see your shadow. I have heard, 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! 50. Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: To every new protester; if you know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [Flourish and shout. 51. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so. 53. Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? What is it that you would impart to me? If it be aught toward the general good, Set honor in one eye, and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently: For, let the gods so speed me, as I love The name of honor more than I fear death. I cannot tell what you and other men In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Cæsar; so were you: The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Cæsar. And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark |