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CONTENTS OF VOL. IV.
SCENE, during a great part of the play, at Rome; afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi.
SCENE I-Rome. A Street.
Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a Rabble of CITIZENS.
Of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou?
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
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.
Mar. 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 meanest 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 awl. I am, indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's 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?
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!
And do you now put on your best attire?
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.