Let die the spotted. 1 Sen. For those that were, On those that are, All have not offended; it is not square to take, revenge: crimes, like lands, Then, dear countryman, but leave without thy rage: Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin, Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall With those that have offended. Like a shepherd, Approach the fold, and cull th' infected forth, Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope, To say, thou 'It enter friendly. 2 Sen. Or any token of thine honour else, Throw thy glove, That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, Alcib. not a man Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream At heaviest answer. Both. Alcib. Descend, and keep your words. 'T is most nobly spoken. [The Senators descend, and open the Gates Enter a Soldier. Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead; Alcib. [Reads.] "Here lies a wretched corse of wretched soul bereft : Seek not my name. A plague consume you wicked caitiffs left! Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate : Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not here thy gait." These well express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorr❜dst in us our human griefs, Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets which Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for Hereafter more. Bring me into your city, And I will use the olive with my sword: aye Make war breed peace; make peace stint war; make each Prescribe to other, as each other's leech. Let our drums strike. [Exeunt. CINNA, ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos. A Soothsayer. CINNA, a Poet. Another Poet. VARRO, CLITUS, CLAUDIUS, FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, Tri- CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cæsar. bunes. PORTIA, Wife to Brutus. Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE, during a great part of the Play, at Rome: afterwards at Sardis and near Philippi. Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a body of Citizens. Being mechanical, you ought not walk Of your profession? - Speak, what trade art thou? 1 Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on? You, Sir; what trade are you? 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. 2 Cit. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad soles. Flav. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade? 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, fellow? thou saucy 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 neatsleather have gone upon my handy work. 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! |