Sec. Com. Why, sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou? Sec. Com. 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 handiwork. Flav, But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Sec. Com. 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. 30 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 O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, 40 50 Made in her concave shores? 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, your sort; That needs must light on this ingratitude. 60 [Exeunt all the Commoners. See, whether their basest metal be not moved 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 [Exeunt. 70 Flourish. Scene II. A public place. Enter Casar; Antony, for the course; Calpurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer. Cas. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Ant. Cæsar, my lord? Antonius! Cas. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Ant. I shall remember: When Cæsar says do this,' it is perform'd. Cas. Set on, and leave no ceremony out. Sooth. Cæsar! Cas. Ha! who calls? Casca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! ΙΟ [Flourish. I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry Cæsar.' Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cas. What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. 20 Cas. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Cæsar. Cas. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. [Sennet. Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius. Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Bru. Not I. Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; Bru. I have not from your eyes that gentleness "Cassius Cassius, Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviours; But let not therefore my good friends be grieved- Nor construe any further my neglect Than that poor Brutus with himself at war Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; 30 40 50 Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Cas. 'Tis just: And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you might see your shadow. I have heard For that which is not in me? Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: That of yourself which you yet know not of. And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus: 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. 60 70 [Flourish and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Ay, do you fear it? 80 |