Speeches (Lines) for Marullus in "The Tragedy of Julius Caesar"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 1
  • Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
    What dost thou with thy best appare...
  • Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
    What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
    You, sir, what trade are you?
  • First Commoner. Why, sir, a carpenter.

    Marullus. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
    What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
    You, sir, what trade are you?

2 I / 1
  • But what trade art thou? answer me directly.
  • But what trade art thou? answer me directly.
  • Second Commoner. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but,
    as you would say, a cobbler.

    Marullus. But what trade art thou? answer me directly.

3 I / 1
  • What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
  • What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
  • Second Commoner. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe
    conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.

    Marullus. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?

4 I / 1
  • What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!
  • What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!
  • Second Commoner. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,
    if you be out, sir, I can mend you.

    Marullus. What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!

5 I / 1
  • Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
    What tributaries follow him...
  • 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 climb'd 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 ingratitude.
  • Second Commoner. 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.

    Marullus. 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 climb'd 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 ingratitude.

6 I / 1
  • May we do so?
    You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
  • May we do so?
    You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
  • Flavius. 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.
    [Exeunt all the Commoners]
    See whether their basest metal be not moved;
    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.

    Marullus. May we do so?
    You know it is the feast of Lupercal.

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