ページの画像
PDF
ePub

JULIUS CÆSAR.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

JULIUS CÆSAR.
Octavius CÆSAR, \ triumvirs after the death of
MARCUS ANTONIUS,

JULIUS CÆSAR.
M. Æmil. LEPIDUS,
CICERO,
Publius, senators.
Popilius LENA,
MARCUS BRUTUS,
Cassius,
CASCA,
TREBONIUS, conspirators against Julius
LIGARIUS,

CÆSAR.
Decius BRUTUS,
METELLUS CIMBER,
CINNA,
FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, tribunes.
ARTEMIDORUS, a sophist of Cnidos.
A Soothsayer. CINNA, a poet. Another Poet.
LUCILIUS,
TITINIUS,
MESSALA, friends to BRUTUS and CASSIUS.
young Cato, and
VOLUMNIUS,
VARRO,
Clitus,
CLAUDIUS,

servants to BRUTUS.
STRATO,
Lucius,
DARDANIUS,
PINDARUS, servant to CASSIUS.

CALPHURNIA, wife to CÆSAR.
PORTIA, wife to BRUTUS.

[graphic][merged small][merged small]

Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a rabble of

Citizens. Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you

home; Is this a holiday? What ! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk, Upon a labouring day, without the sign Of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou ?

i 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 meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow?

2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.
Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou ?

VI.

A 2

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 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! O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climbed up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That liber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication of your sounds, Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude. Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this

fault, Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

[Exit Citizens. See, whe'r 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,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets :
So do you to, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing,
Will make him fy an ordinary pitch;
Who else would soar above the view of men,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt.

[ocr errors]

SCENE II.-The same. A public Place. Enter, in procession, with music, CÆSAR; ANTONY,

for the course ; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS,
CICERO, BRUTUS, Cassius, and CASCA, a great
crowd following; among them a Soothsayer.
Cæs. Calphurnia, -
Casca,

Peace, ho ! Cæsar speaks.

(Music ceases. Cæs.

Calphurnia, Cal. Here, my lord.

Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. --Antonius,

Ant. Cæsar, iny lord.

Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,
The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their sterile curse.
Ant.

I shall remember :
When Cæsar says, “Do this,' it is perform’d.
Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

[.Music.
Sooth, Cæsar.
Ces.

Ha! Who calls ?
Cas. Bid every noise be still :—Peace yet again.

[Music ceases.
Cæs. Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the niusic,
Cry, Cæsar : Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear.

Sooth, Beware the ides of March,
Cæs.

What man is that?
Bru.. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of

March,
Cæs. Set him before me; let me see his face.
Cas. Fellow, come from the throng : Look upon

Cæsar.

[ocr errors]

Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once

again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Ces. 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 hat 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 :
I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
And show of love, as I was wont to have :
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.
Bru.

Cassius,
Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
Of late, with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours :
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd;
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;)
Nor construe any further my neglect,
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?

Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

Cas. 'T is just :
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me,

Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?

« 前へ次へ »