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Second Commoner , sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, you would say, a cobbler.
MARULLUS what trade art thou? answer me directly.
Second Commoner trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
MARULLUS trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
Second Commoner , I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, you be out, sir, I can mend you.
MARULLUS meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!
Second Commoner , sir, cobble you.
FLAVIUS art a cobbler, art thou?
Second Commoner , sir, all that I live by is with the awl: Iwith no tradesman s matters, nor women s, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeonold shoes; when they are in great danger, Ithem. As proper men as ever trod upon's leather have gone upon my handiwork.
FLAVIUS wherefore art not in thy shop today? dost thou lead these men about the streets?
Second Commoner , sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myselfmore work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.
MARULLUS rejoice? What conquest brings he home? Tributaries follow him to Rome, grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? Blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! You hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, you not Pompey? Many a time and oftyou climb d up to walls and battlements, towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, infants in your arms, and there have satlivelong day, with patient expectation, see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: when you saw his chariot but appear, you not made an universal shout, Tiber trembled underneath her banks, hear the replication of your soundsin her concave shores? do you now put on your best attire? do you now cull out a holiday? do you now strew flowers in his waycomes in triumph over Pompey s blood? Be gone! To your houses, fall upon your knees, to the gods to intermit the plagueneeds must light on this ingratitude.
FLAVIUS , go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, all the poor men of your sort; them to Tiber banks, and weep your tearsthe channel, till the lowest streamkiss the most exalted shores of all. Exeunt all the Commoners whether their basest metal be not moved; vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.you down that way towards the Capitol;
This way will I the images, you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.
MARULLUS we do so? know it is the feast of Lupercal.
FLAVIUS is no matter; let no imageshung with Caesar s trophies. I ll about, drive away the vulgar from the streets: do you too, where you perceive them thick.growing feathers pluck d from Caesar s wingmake him fly an ordinary pitch, else would soar above the view of menkeep us all in servile fearfulness. Exeunt
