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SCENE, during a great part of the play, at Rome; afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi.
SCENE I-Rome. A Street.
Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a Rabble of CITIZENS.
Flav, Hence; 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 sign
Of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou ?
1 Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?
You, Sir: what trade are you?
2 Cit. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.
Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
2 Cit. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad soles.
Mar. What trade, thou knave; thou naughty knave, what trade?
2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with me: yet if you be out, Sir, I can mend you.