The Tragedy of Julius Caesar
2Enter Flavius, Murellus, and certain commoners 3over the stage. 1.1.15Hence! Home, you idle creatures! Get you home!
1.1.26Is this a holiday? What, know you not,
1.1.37Being mechanical, you ought not walk
1.1.48Upon a laboring day, without the sign
1.1.59Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
Why, sir, a carpenter.
Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
1.1.812What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
1.1.913You, sir, what trade are you?
Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am
15but as you would say, a cobbler.
But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
A trade, sir, that I hope I may use, with a safe
18conscience, which is indeed sir, a mender of bad soles.
What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave,
20what trade?
Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me. Yet
22if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou
24saucy fellow?
Why, sir, cobble you.
Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
Truly sir, all that I live by is with the awl. I
28meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor
29women's matters; but withal I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes:
30when they are in great danger, I recover them. As
31proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather, have gone
32upon my handiwork.
But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
1.1.2034Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
Truly sir, to wear out their shoes, to get
36myself into more work. But indeed, sir, we make
37holiday to see Caesar, and to rejoice in his triumph.
Wherefore rejoice?
39What conquest brings he home?
1.1.2340What tributaries follow him to Rome,
1.1.2441To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?
1.1.2542You blocks! You stones! You worse than senseless things!
1.1.2643O you hard hearts! You cruel men of Rome!
1.1.2744Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft?
1.1.2845Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
1.1.2946To towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
1.1.3047Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
1.1.3148The livelong day, with patient expectation,
1.1.3249To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome?
1.1.3350And when you saw his chariot but appear,
1.1.3451Have you not made an universal shout,
1.1.3552That Tiber trembled underneath her banks
1.1.3653To hear the replication of your sounds,
1.1.3855And do you now put on your best attire?
1.1.3956And do you now cull out a holiday?
1.1.4057And do you now strew flowers in his way
1.1.4158That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
1.1.4360Run to your houses! Fall upon your knees!
1.1.4461Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
1.1.4562That needs must light on this ingratitude!
Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault
1.1.4764Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
1.1.4865Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
1.1.4966Into the channel, till the lowest stream
1.1.5067Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
1.1.5169See whe'er their basest mettle be not moved:
1.1.5270They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
1.1.5371Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
1.1.5472This way will I. Disrobe the images,
1.1.5573If you do find them decked with ceremonies.
May we do so?
1.1.5775You know it is the Feast of Lupercal.
It is no matter. Let no images
1.1.5977Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,
1.1.6078And drive away the vulgar from the streets;
1.1.6179So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
1.1.6280These growing feathers, plucked from Caesar's wing,
1.1.6381Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
1.1.6482Who else would soar above the view of men,
1.1.6583And keep us all in servile fearfulness.