2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Mar. What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow? 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 all'. 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 things! O! you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, lus. Most of the commentators seem to have thought that both should be given to the same person, either both to Flavius or both to Marullus. The necessity for this change does not strike us, because, as Johnson remarks, the object of giving "What trade, thou knave?" &c. to Flavius might be, that he should not stand too long unemployed upon the stage. 3 but WITH ALL.] Printed withal in the old editions, and without any stop, so that the reading may merely be, "but withal I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes." Have you not made an universal shout, 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, Flav. Go, go, good countrymen; and for this fault Assemble all the poor men of your sort: Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exeunt Citizens. See, whe'r1 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 images, If you do find them 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, Who else would soar above the view of men, And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt. ✦ See, WHE'R—] Printed where in the old copies, to indicate that it was to be considered a monosyllable. See Vol. ii. p. 149; and Vol. v. p. 173. The folio, 1623, is by no means uniform in this practice. SCENE II. The Same. A public Place. Enter, in Procession, with Music, CESAR; 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, When he doth run his course.-Antonius. Ant. Cæsar, my lord. Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, I shall remember: Ant. Cæs. Ha! Who calls? [Music. Casca. Bid every noise be still.-Peace yet again! [Music ceases. Cæs. Who is it in the press that calls on me? What man is that? with Music,] In the old copies nothing is said about music; but from what follows it is evidently necessary. Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Cas. 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, do. 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: Bru. Cassius, I turn the trouble of my countenance Of late with passions of some difference, Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours; 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? 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, Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me? Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear: That of yourself, which you yet know not of. [Flourish, and Shout. 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. 6 a common LAUGHER,] Old copies, laughter. Corrected by Pope. 7 To every new protester ;] i. e. says Johnson, To invite every new protester to my affection by the stale or allurement of customary oaths. |