Sam.—Greeks, Irishmen and fellow-sojers!
Tom.—“Lend me your ears.”
Sam.—Don’t you do it; he’s got ears enough of his own.
Tom.—“I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.”
Sam [mimicking his gestures.]—I come to speak my piece, and I’ll do it, Cæsar or no Cæsar. “My name is Norval—”
Tom [advancing towards him in a threatening attitude.]—Sam Sly, if you don’t stop your fooling I’ll put you off the stage.
Sam [retreating.]—Don’t, don’t you touch me, Tom; you’ll joggle my piece all out of me again.
Tom.—Well, then, keep still until I get through.
[Turns to the audience.]
“Friends, Romans, countrymen! lend me your ears;