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About Julius Caesar
Product Description The Signet Classics edition of Shakespeare's timeless tragedy of conspiracy and betrayal. In the first of his Roman history plays, the Bard tells the story of the murder of emperor Julius Caesar and the gruesome aftermath as ancient Rome descends into a violent mob. This title in the Signet Classics Shakespeare series includes: • An overview of Shakespeare's life, world, and theater • A special introduction to the play by the editors, William and Barbara Rosen • Selections from Plutarch's Lives of Noble Grecians and Romans, the source from which Shakespeare derived Julius Caesar • Dramatic criticism from Roy Walker, Maynard Mack, Richard David, and others • A comprehensive stage and screen history of notable actors, directors, and productions of Julius Caesar • Text, notes, and commentaries printed in the clearest, most readable format • Recommended readings Review . About the Author William Shakespeare (1564–1616) was a poet, playwright, and actor who is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers in the history of the English language. Often referred to as the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare's vast body of work includes comedic, tragic, and historical plays; poems; and 154 sonnets. His dramatic works have been translated into every major language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Act 1 Scene 1 running scene 1 Enter Flavius, Murellus and certain Commoners over the stage FLAVIUS 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? CARPENTER Why, sir, a carpenter. MURELLUS Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on?- You, sir, what trade are you? COBBLER Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but as you would say, a cobbler. MURELLUS But what trade art thou? Answer me directly. COBBLER A trade, sir, that I hope, I may use with a safe conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. FLAVIUS What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what trade? COBBLER Nay I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet if you be out, sir, I can mend you. MURELLUS What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow? COBBLER Why sir, cobble you. FLAVIUS Thou art a cobbler, art thou? COBBLER Truly sir, all that I live by is with the awl. I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters; but withal 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. FLAVIUS But wherefore art not in thy shop today? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? COBBLER Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph. MURELLUS 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 Tiber 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
