Chapter III: Act I: Enter various Irish Roman Citizens, flourishing the shillelahs

of the period._

1ST. CITIZEN. "Here's a row. Great CÆSAR is going to march to Berlin. Hooray for the Hemperor."

1ST EDITORIAL PERSON. "I grant you he was popular when the war began, but to-day the people despise him."

CASSIUS. "I hate this CÆSAR. Once he tried to swim across the British Channel with a tame eagle on his shoulder, and couldn't do it. When he is sick he takes anti-bilious pills, like any other man. Obviously he don't deserve to live."

CASCA. (_Who is fat enough to know better, and not pretend to be discontented_.) "Let's kill him and break all the glass in the windows of Paris."

BRUTUS. "My friend, those who live in stone houses should never throw glass about. I don't mean anything by this, but it sounds oracular, and will make people think I am a profound philosopher."

EDITORIAL PERSON. "What I say is this. He, CÆSAR, governed the Roman rabble vastly better than they deserved. His only mistakes were, in not sending CASSIUS, who was a sort of ROCHEFORT, without ROCHEFORT'S cowardice, to the galleys, and in not sending BRUTUS as Minister to some capital so dreary that he would have shot himself as soon as he reached his destination."