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JULIUS

CESA R.

VOL. VII.

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TULIUS CESAR.
Octavius Cæfar,

M. Antony,
M. Æmil. Lepidus,

Cicero.

Brutus,

Caffius,

Cafca,

Trebonius,

Ligarius,
Decius Brutus,
Metellus Cimber,

Cinna,

Popilius Læná,

Publius,

Flavius,

Marullus,

Meffala,

Titinius,

Dardanius,

Volumnius,

Varro,

Clitus,

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Triumvirs, after the Death of Julius Cæfar.

Artemidorus, a Sophift of Cnidos.

A Soothsayer.
Young Cato.

Cinna, a Poet.
Another Poet.

Lucilius,

Confpirators against Julius Cæfar.

Carpenter.
Other Plebeians.

Senators.

Tribunes and Enemies to Cæfar,

Friends to Brutus and Caffius.

Servants to Brutus.

Claudius,

Strato,

Lucius,

Pindarus, Servant of Caffius.

Ghost of Julius Cæfar,
Cobler.

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SCENE, for the three first As, at Rome: afterwards, at an Ifle near Mutina; at Sardis; and Philippi.

Of this play there is no copy earlier than that of 1623. Folio.

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FLAVIUS.

ENCE; home, you idle creatures. Get you

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home.

you not,

Is this a holiday? What! know
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a labouring day without the fign
Of your profeffion? Speak, what trade art thou?
Car. Why, Sir, a carpenter.

Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
What doft thou with thy beft apparel on?
-You, Sir, what trade are you?

Cob. Truly, Sir, in refpect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would fay, a cobler.

Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me di

rectly.

Cob. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a fufe confcience; which is indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals.

• Murellus,] I have, upon the authority of Plutarch, &c. given

to this tribune, his right name, Marullus. THEOBALD. B 2 Flav.

Flav. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?

Cob. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with me; yet if you be out, Sir, I can mend you. Mar. What mean'ft thou by that? thou faucy fellow ?

Mend me,

Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you.

Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou?

Cob. Truly, Sir, all, that I live by, is the awl. I meddle with no tradefman's matters, nor woman's matters; but with-all, I am, indeed, Sir, a furgeon to old fhoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather have gone upon my handy-work.

Flav. But wherefore art not in thy fhop to-day? Why doft thou lead these men about the streets?

Cob. Truly, Sir, to wear out their fhoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, Sir, we make holiday to fee Cafar, 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 ftones, you worse than fenfelefs
things!

O you hard hearts! you cruel men of Rome!
Knew you not Pompey? many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have fate

2 Mar. What mean'ft thou by that?] As the Cobler, in the preceding fpeech, replies to Flavius, not to Marullus; 'tis plain, I think, this fpeech must be given to Flavius. THEOBALD. I have replaced Marullus, who

might properly enough reply to
a faucy fentence directed to his
colleague, and to whom the
fpeech was probably given, that
he might not ftand too long un-
employed upon the stage.

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