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| Character | Marullus | |
|---|---|---|
| Gender | Male | |
| Age Range(s) | Adult (36-50), Senior (>50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | Scolding, Persuasive, Gives orders | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Tragedy | |
| Description | Marullus scolds a commoner | |
| Location | ACT I, Scene 1 | |
Summary
Two tribunes, Flavius and Murellus, are walking on a Roman street and engage in a conversation with two commoners, a carpenter and a cobbler. They ask the commoners why they aren't working and they reply that they have taken some time off to see Caesar's procession to celebrate his defeat of Pompey.
In this monologue, in the first scene of ACT I, Marullus scolds a commoner for celebrating Caesar's military victory. He argues that his conquest doesn't mean much to the city of Rome and his victory means the defeat of Pompey, who they used to worship not long ago the way they now worship Caesar. He urges the commoners to pray the gods to forgive them for their betrayal.
In this monologue, in the first scene of ACT I, Marullus scolds a commoner for celebrating Caesar's military victory. He argues that his conquest doesn't mean much to the city of Rome and his victory means the defeat of Pompey, who they used to worship not long ago the way they now worship Caesar. He urges the commoners to pray the gods to forgive them for their betrayal.
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| 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. |
