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 laboring day without the sign of your profession? (I, i, 1-5)
Cobbler: But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph. (I, i, 33-35)
Flavius: Wherefore art not in thy shop today? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? (I, i, 30-31)
Marullus: And do you now strew flowers in his way that comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be Gone! (I, i, 55-57)
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! (I, i, 36-40)
Marullus: Knew you not Pompey? (I, i, 42)
Flavius: Go you down that way towards the Capitol. This way will I. Disrobe the images if you do find them decked with ceremonies. (I, i, 68-70)
Marullus: May we do so? You know it is the feast of Lupercal. (I, i, 71-72)
(Commoners Leave)
Flavius: It is no matter. Let no images be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about and drive away the vulgar from the streets. (I, i, 73-75)