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SCENE, for the three firft Acts, at Rome: afterwards, at an Ifle near Mutina; at Sardis; and Philippi.
SCENE, a Street in ROME.
Enter Flavius, (1) Marullus, and certain Commoners.
ENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you home;
Is this a holiday? what! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk Upon a labouring day, without the fign Of your profeffion? fpeak, what trade art thou? Car. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
Cob. Truly, Sir, in refpect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would fay, a cobler.
Mar. But what trade art thou? answer me directly. Cob. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a fafe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals.
(1) Murellus.] I have upon the Authority of Plutarch, &c. given to this Tribune, his right Name, Marullus. A 3
Flav. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
Cob. Nay, I befeech you, Sir, be not out with me: yet if you be out, Sir, I can mend you.
(2) Flav. What mean'st thou by that? mend me, thou faucy fellow ?
Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you.
Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou?
Cob. Truly, Sir, all that I live by, is the awl: I meddle with no tradefman's matters, nor woman's matters; but with-all, I am, indeed, Sir, a furgeon to old fhoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather have gone upon my handy-work.
Flav, But wherefore art not in thy fhop to-day? Why doft thou lead these men about the streets?
Cob. Truly, Sir, to wear out their fhoes, to get myfelf into more work. But, indeed, Sir, we make holiday to fee Cafar, and to rejoice in his triumph.
Mar. Wherefore rejoice!what conqueft brings he
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?
(2) Mar. What mean'ft thou by that ?] As the Cobler in the preceding Speech, replies to Flavius, not to Marullus; 'tis plain, I think, this Speech must be given to Flavius,