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To speak with Coriolanus.

fro quench it. I was hardly moved to come to thee; i G. From whence?

but being assured, none but myself could move thee, Men. From Rome.

I have been blown out of your gates with sighs; 1 G. You may not pass, you must return: our and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitiogeneral

nary countrymen. The good gods assuage thy wrath, Will no more hear from thence.

and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here; this, 2 G. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with fire, before who, like a block, hath denied my access to thee. You'll speak with Coriolanus.

Cor. Away!
Men. Good my friends,

Men. How! away?
If you have heard your general talk of Rome, Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs
And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks, Ire servanted to others: though I owe
My name hath touch'd your ears: it is Menenius. My revenge properly, my remission lies
1 G. Be it so; go back! the virtue of your name in Volcian breasts. That we have been familiar,
Is not here passable.

Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
Men. I tell thee, fellow,

Than pity note how much. - Therefore, be gone!
Thy general is my lover: I have been

Mine ears against your suits are stronger, than
The book of his good acts, whence men have read Your gates against my force. Yet, for I loy'd thee,
His fame unparalleld, haply, amplified;

Take this along; I writ it for thy sake,
For I have ever verified my friends,

{Gives a letter. (of whom he's chief.) with all the size that verity And would have sent it. Another word, Menenius, Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes, I will not hear thee speak. - This man, Aufidius, Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,

Was my belov'd in Rome: yet thou behold'st
I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise Auf. You keep a constant temper,
Have, almost, stamp'd the leasing: therefore, fellow,

Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius.
I must have leave to pass.

1 G. Now, sir, is your name Menenius? 1 G. ’Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his 2 G. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power : you behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, you know the way home agaiu. should not

though it were as virtuous 1 G. Do you hear how we are shent for keeping to lie, as to live chastely. Therefore, go back!

your greatness back? Men. Pr’ythee, fellow, remember my name is Me-12 G. What cause, do you think, I have to swoon? nenius, always factionary on the party of your genera . Men. I neither care for the world, nor your general:

2 G. Howsoever you have been his liar, (as you say, for such things as you, I can scarce think there's you have,) I am one that , telling true under him, any, you are so slight. He, that hath a will to die by must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back! himself, fcars it not from another. Let your general

Men. Has he dined, can'st thou tell? for I would do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and not speak with him till after dinner,

your misery increase with your age! I say to you, 1 G You are a Roman, are you?

as I was said to, Away!

[Éxit. Men. I am as thy general is.

1 G. A noble fellow, I warrant him.
1 G. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can 2 G. The worthy fellow is our general: he is the
you, when you have pushed out your gates the very rock, tho oak not to be wind-shaken. [Exeunt.
defender of them, and, in a violent popnlar igno-
rance, given your enemy your shield, think to front SCENE III. — The tent of CORIOLANUS.
his revenges with the easy groans of old women, Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and Others.
the virginal palms of your daughters, or with the Cor. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow
palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant, as you set down our host. — My partner in this action,
seem to be? Can you think to blow out the intended! You must report to the Volcian lords, how plainly
fire your city is ready to flame in, with such weak I have borne this business.
breath as this? No, you are deceived; therefore, back Auf. Only their ends
to Rome, and prepare for your execution: you are You have respected ; stopp'd your ears against
condemued, our general has sworo you out of re- The general suit of Rome; never admitted
prieve and pardon.

A private whisper, no, not with such friends
Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he That thought them sure of

f you.
would use me with estimation.

Cor. This last old man, 2 G. Come, my captain knows you not.

Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, Men. I mean, thy general.

Lov'd me above the measure of a father;
1 G. My general cares not for you. Back, I say, Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge
go ! lest í let forth your half pint of blood ! - back, Was to send him; for whose old love, I have
--that's the utmost of your having !— back! (Though I show'd sourly to him,) once more offer'd
Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow,

The first conditions, which they did refuse,

And cannot now accept, to grace him only,
Cor. What's the matter?

That thought he could do more; a very little Men. Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for I have yielded too: fresh embassies, and suits, you; you shall know now, that I am in estimation; Nor from the state, nor private friends,'hi reafter you shall perceive, that a Jack guardant cannot Will I lend ear to. — Ha! what shoat is this? office me from my son Coriolanus: guess, but by my

[Shout within. entertainment with him, if thou stand'st not i'the Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow state of hanging, or of some death more long in In the same time 'uis made? I will not. spectatorship, and crueller in suflering; behold now Enter, in mourning habits , VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA, presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee. leuding young Marcius, VALERIA, and Attendants. The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould particular prosperity, and love thee no worse, than wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand thy old father Menenius does! O, my son! my son! The grand-child to her blood. But, out, affection! thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's water All bond and privilege of nature, break!

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Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate
Which you deny already. Yet we will ask;

Pe What is that curt'sey worth? or those dove's eyes, That, if you fail in our request, the blame

TL Which can make godsforsworn? – linelt, and am not May hang upon your hardness; therefore hear us! MO Of stronger earth than others. - My mother bows;' Cor. Autidius, and you Polces, mark; for we'll i As if Olympus to a molehill should

Hear nought from Romein private. — Your request? Sh In supplication nod: and my young boy

Vol. Should we be silecta d not speak, our raiment,
Hath an aspect of intercession, which
And state of bodies would bewray what life

Great nature cries, Deny not. -Let the Volces We have led since thy exile. Think with thrself,
Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never How more unfortunate than all living womea
Be such a gosling to obey instinct; but stand, Are we come hither: since that thy sight, which Th
As if a man were author of himself,


T And knew no other kin.

Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with com- To l'ir. My lord and husband !


Do Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome. Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow; To Vir. The sorrow, that delivers us thus chang'd, Mahing the mother, wise, and child, to see

T} Makes you think so.

The son, the husband, and the father, tearing T! Cor. Like a dull actor pow,

His country's bowels out; and to poor we,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr'st us

TI Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh,

Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort Bu Forgive my tyranny; but do not say,

That all but we enjoy: for how can we,

DO For that, Forgive our Romans. — 0, a kiss Alas! how can we for our country pray,

T Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

Whereto we are bound ; together with thy victory

, Now by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss Whereto we are bound? Alack! or we must lose B I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip The country, our dear nurse; or else thy person, Hath virgin'd it c'er since, – You gods! | prate, Our comfort in the country. We must find

1 And the most noble mother of the world

An evident calamnity, though we had
Leave unsaluted: sink, my kuce, i'the earth! Our wish, which side should win : for either thou

(Kneels. Must, as a foreign recreant, be led Of thy deep duty more impression show

With manacles through our streets, or else
Than that of common sons,
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin;

] Vol. O, stand up bless'd! And bear the palm, for having bravely shed

1 Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint, Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, sod,

} I kneel before thee; and unproperly



purpose not to wait on fortune, till Show duty, as mistaken all the while

The wars determine: if I cannot persuade thee Between the child and parent.

1 (Kneels. Rather to show a noble grace to both parts, Cor. What is this?

Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner Your knees to me? to your corrected son?

1 March to assault thy country, than to tread Theo let the pebbles on the hungry beach (Trust to't, thou shall not,) on thy mother's womb, Fillip the stars ; then let the mutinous winds That brought thee to this world. Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun; Vir. Ay, and on mine, Murd'ring impossibility, to make

That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name What cannot be, slight work.

Living to time. Vol. Thou art my warrior;

Boy. He shall not tread on me; I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady? I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. Cor. The noble sister of Publicola,

Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be, The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle,

Requires nor child wor woman's face to see. That's curded by the frost from purest spow,

I have sat too long.

Rosit; And hangs on Dian's temple: dear Valeria! Vol. Nay, 80 not from us thus. Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours,

If it were so, that our request did tend Which by the interpretation of full time

To save the Romans, thereby to destroy May show like all yourself.

The Volces whom you serve, you mighi condemo es Cor. The god of soldiers,

As poisonous of your honour. No; With the consent of supreme Jove, inform

Is, that you reconcile them: while the Volces Thythroughts with nobleness; that thou may’st prove May say, This mercy we have showed; the Roazes To'shame uvulnerable, and stick i'the wars This we receiv'd; and each in their side Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw, Give the all-hail to thee, and cry: Be bless'd And saving those that eye thee!

For making up this peace! Thou know'st, great 393, Vol. Your kuce, sirrah!

The end of war's uncertain; but this certain, Cor. That's my brave boy.

That, if thou conquer Ilome, the benelit Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, Which thou shaltibercby reap, is such a uame, Are suitors to you.

Whose repetition will be doggi with curses; Cor. I beseech you, peace!

Whose chronicle thus writ, Or, if you'd ask, remember this before;

But with his last attempt lie wip'd it out; The things, I have forsworn to grant, may never Destroy'd his country; and his name remains Be held by you denials. Do not bid me

To the ensuing age, abhorr'd. Speak to me, & Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate

Thou hast allected the lige strains of honour, Again with Rome's mechanics. – Tell me not To imitate the graces of the gods; Wherein I seem unnatural: desire not

To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o’the 1 To allay my rages and revenges, with

And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt Your colder reasons.

That should but rive an oak. Why dost nol Vol. O, no more, no more!

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble 103 You have said, you will not grant us any thing; Still to remember wrongs? – Daughter, sp For we have nothing else to ask, but that

He cares not for your weeping. - Speak

our suit

The man wus 3

Perhaps thy childishness will move him more, butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Mar-
Than can our reasons. —There is no man in the world cius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's
More bound to his mother; yet here he lets me prate more than a creeping thing.
Like ora i'the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life Sic. He loved his mother dearly.
Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy ;

Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers When she, (poor hen!) fond of no second brood, his mother now, than an eight year old horse. The Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely home, tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, Loaden with honour. Say, my request's unjust, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks beAnd spurn me back: but, if it be not so,

fore his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee, his eye; talks like a kuell, and his hum is a battery. That thou restraiu'st from me the duty, which He sits in his state, as a thiug made for Alexander. To a mother's part belongs. - He turys away:

What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding. Down, ladies ! let us shame him with our knees. He wants nothing ofa god but eteruity, and a lieaven To his surname Coriolanus ’longs more pride, to throne in. Than pity to our prayers. Down; an end;

Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly, This is the last: -- so we will home to Rome, Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy And die among our neighbours.- Nay, behold us: his mother shall bring from him. There is no more This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger;that But kneels, and holds up hands, for fellowship, shall our poor city find: and all this is long of you. Does reason our petition with more strength Sic. The gods be good unto us! Than thou hast to deny't. — Come, let us go; Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good This fellow had a Volcian to his mother;

unto us. When we bavished him, we respected not His wife is in Corioli, and his child

them; and, he returning to break our necks, they Like him by chance. — Yet give us our dispatch : respect not us. I am hush'd until our city be afire,

Enter a Messenger. And then I'll speak a little,

Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house;
Cor. O mother, mother!

The plebeiaus have got your fellow-tribune,
(IIolding Volumniu by the hands, silent. And hale him up and down; all swearing, if
What have you done? Behold ihe heavens do ope, The Roman ladies bring not comfort home,
The gods look down, and this unnatural sceue They'll give him death by inches.
They laugh at. O my mother, mother! 0!

Enter another Messenger.
You have won a håppy victory to Rome:

Sic. What's the news? But, for your son, - believe it, o, believe it,

Mess. Good news, good news;

the ladies have Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd,

prevail'd, If not most mortal to him. But, let it come:

The Volces are dislodg'd, and Marcius gone:
Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars,

A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, No, not the expulsion of the Tarquius.
Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard Sic. Friend,
A mother less ? or granted less, Aufidius?

Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain ?
Auf. I was mov'd withal.

Ness. As certain, as I know the sun is fire:
Cor. I dare be sworn, you were:

Where have you lurk’d, that you make doubt of it? And, sir, it is no little thing, to make

Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark What peace you'}} make, advise me: for my part, you! [Trumpets and hauthors sounded, and I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray you

drums beaten, all together. Shouting Stand to me in this cause. - O mother! wife!

also within.
Auf: I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy The trumpets, sack buts, psalteries, and fifes,

Tabors, aud cymbals, and the shouting Romans, At difference in thee: out of that I'll work

Make the sun dance. Hark you! [Shouting again. Myself a former fortune.

(Aside. Men. This is good news: (The Ladies make signs to Coriolanus. I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia Cor. Ay, by and by; (To l'olumnia, Virgilia, etc. Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians, But we will drink together: and you shall bear A city full; of tribunes, such as you, A better witness back than words, which we,

A sea and land full. You have pray'd well to-day; On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd. This morning, for ten thousand of


throats Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve

I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy! To have a temple built you: all the swords

(Shouting and music. Jo Italy, and her confederate arms,

Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings: next, Could not have made this peace.

(Exeunt. Accept my thankfulness.

Mess. Sir, we have all
SCENE IV. — Rome. A public place. Great cause to give great thanks.
Enter MENENIUS and SICintus.

Sic. They are near the city ? Men. See you yond' coign o’the Capitol; yond' Mess. Almost at point to enter. corner-stone?

Sic. We will meet them,
Sic. Why, what of that?

And help the joy.

(Going Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Payour little finger, there is some hope the ladies of tricians, and People. They pass over the stage. Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome : But I

say, there is no hope in't; our throats are sen-Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, tenced, and stay upon execution.

And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them: Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius; condition of a man?

Repeal him with the welcome of his mother;
Men. There is differency between a grub, and a Cry,-Welcome, ladies, welcome!-

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All. Welcome, ladies !

Ere he express himself, or more the people Welcome! À flourish with drums and trumpets. With what he would say, let him feel your sword,

(Exeunt. Which we will second. When he lies along,

After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury
SCENE V.- Antium. A public place. His reasons with his body.
Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants. Auf. Say no more ;
Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here :

Here come the lords.
Deliver them this paper : having read it,

Enter the Lords of the city. Bid them repair to the market-place; where I,

Lords. You are most welcome home. Even in theirs and in the commons' ears,

Auf. I have not deserv'd it; Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse,

But, worthy lords, have yon with heed perus’d The city ports by this hath enter'd, and

What I have written to you? Intends to appear before the people, hoping

Lords. We have. To purge himself with words : Dispatch !

I Lord. And grieve to hear it.

(Exeunt Attendants. What faults he made before the last, I think, Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius' faction. Might have found easy fines: but there to end, Most welcome!

Where he was to begin; and give away 1 Con. How is it with our general ?

The benefit of our levies, answering is Auf. Even so,

With our own charge; making a treaty, where As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, There was a yielding. This admits no excuse. And with his charity slain.

Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him, 2 Con. Most noble sir,

Enter CORIOLANUS, with drums and colours; a crowd If you do hold the same intent, wherein

of Citizens with him. You wish'd us parties, well deliver you

Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your

soldier; of your great danger.

No more infected with my country's love, Auf. Sir, I cannot tell;

Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting We must proceed, as we do find the people. Under your great command. You are to know, 3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst That prosperously I have attempted, and 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either With bloody passage Jed your wars, even to Makes the survivor heir of all.

The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home, Auf. I know it;

Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,
And my pretext to strike at him admits

The charges of the action. We have made peace,
A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd With no less honour to the Antiates,
Miue honour forhistruth: who being so heighten'd, Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,
He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, Subscrib’d by the consuls and patricians,
Seducing so my friends: avd, to this end,

Together with the seal o'the senale, what
He bow'd his nature, never known before

We have compounded on. But to be rough, unswayable, and free.

Auf. Read it not, noble lords; 3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,

But tell the traitor, in the highest degree When he did stand for consul, which he lost

He hath abus'd your powers. By lack of stooping, –

Cor. Traitor! - How now? Auf. That I would have spoke of:

Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.
Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth ; Cor. Marcius! .
Presented to my knife his throat: I took him; Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; dost thou think
Made him joint-servant with me; gave him way I'll grace thee with that rubbery, thy stol'n name
In all his own desires; nay, let him choose Coriolanus in Corioli? -
Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,

You lords and heads of the state, perfidionsis
My best and fresliest men; serv'd his designments He has betray'd yonr business, and given up,
In mine own person; holp to reap the fame, l'or certain drops of salt, your city Rome
Which he did end all his; and took some pride (I say, your city,) to his wife and mother:
To do myself this wrong: till, at the last, Breaking his oath and resolution, like
I seem'd his follower, not partner; and

A twist of rotten silk; never admitting
He wag'd me with his countenance, as if

Counsel o'the war; but at his nurse's tears I had been mercenary.

He whiu'd and roar'd away your yictory; { Con. So he did, my lord:

That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart
The army marvel'd at it. And, in the last, Look'd wondering each at other.
When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars!
For no less spoil, than glory, —

duf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears, – Auf. There was it;

Cor. Ha!
For which my sinews shall be stretch'd npon him. Auf. No more.
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour

Too great for what contains it. Boy! 0 slave! -
Of our great action: therefore shall he die, Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark!

I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grate (Drums and trumpets sound, with great lords, shouts of the people.

Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that most And had po welcomes home; but he returns,

bear Splitting the air with noise.

My beating to his grave;) shall join to thrust 2 Con. And patient fools,

The lie unto him.
Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear, 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak
Wirh giving him glory.

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces! men and lads, 8 Con. Therefore, at your vantage,

Stain all your edges on me! Boy! False hound!

will weep.

If yon have writ your annals true, 'tis there, 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli:

3 Lord. Tread not upon him!— Masters all, be Alone I did it. - Boy!

Auf. Why, noble lords !

Put up your swords!
Wili be
you put in mind of his blind fortune,

Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage,
Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart,

Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger 'Fore your own eyes and ears?

Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
Con. Let him die fort! [Sereral speak at once.

That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours
Cit. (Speaking promiscuously.) Tear him to pieces, Myself your loyal servant, or endure

To call me to your senate, I'll deliver
do it presently. He killed my son; - - my daughter;

Your heaviest censure.
-Ile killed my cousin Marcus;—he killed my father. -

1 Lord, Bear from hence his body,
2 Lord. Peace, ho !-- no ontrage!- peace! And mourn you for him: let him be regarded
The man is noble, and his fame folds in

As the most noble corse, that ever herald
This orb o'the earth. His last oflence to us Did follow to his urn.
Shall have judicious hearing. - Stand, Aufidias, 2 Lord. His own impatience
And trouble not the peace!

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Cor. O, that I had him,

Let's make the best of it.
With sis Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,

Auf. My rage is gone,
To use my lawful sword!

And I am struck with sorrow. -- Take him up!
Auf. Insolent villain!

Help, three o'the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
Con, Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!

Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully;
(Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and Trail your steel pikes. — Though in this city he

kill Coriolanus,who falls, and Aufidius Hath widow'd and upchilded many a one,
stands on him.

Which to this hour bewail the ivjury,
Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold!

Yet he shall have a noble memory!
Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak!

Assist! [Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus. 1 Lord.' o Tullus,

A dead march sounded,

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Persons of the Drama.
Julius CAESAE.

Flavius and MARULLOS, tribunes.
triumvirs after the death of

ARTEMIDORUS, a sophist of Cnidos.

A Soothsayer.

Julius Caesar,

CINNA, a poet. Another Poet.
CICERO, Publius, Popilius Lena; senutors, Lucilius, Tutinius, MESSALA, young Cato, and Vo-
Marcus BRUTUS,

LUMNIUS; friends to Brutus and Cassius.

VARRO, Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, Darda-

NIUS; servants to Brutus.
conspirators against Julius

Pindanus, servant to Cassius.


CALPHURXIA, wife to Caesar.
Decius BRUTUS,

Portia, wife to Brutus.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, etc.
SCENE, During a great part of the play, at Rome; afterwards ut Sardis; and near Philippi.

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Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly. A C T I.

2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a SCENE I. - Rome. A street.

safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of
Enter Flavius, ManUllus, and a Rabble of Citizens. bad soals.
Flav. Ilence; home, you idle creatures, get you; Mar. What trade, thou knave? thon nanghty knave,

what trade?
Is this a holiday? What! know yon not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk

2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be pot out with me: Upon a labouring day, without the sign

yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend

of your profession ?--Speak, what trade art thoa? Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thon
1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.
What ost thou with thy best apparel on ?

Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
You, sir ; what trade are you?

2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the awl: 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, 1 I meddle with no tradesman's masters, nor women's am but, as you would say, a cobbles.

matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon

saucy fellow?

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