Act 1
"scene" 1
Scene 1
[Rome. A street.]
[Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners]
FLAVIUS
Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home:Is this a holiday? what! know you not,Being mechanical, you ought not walkUpon a labouring day without the signOf your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
First Commoner
Why, sir, a carpenter.
MARULLUS
Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?What dost thou with thy best apparel on?You, sir, what trade are you?
Second Commoner
Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but,as you would say, a cobbler.
But what trade art thou? answer me directly.
A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safeconscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!
Why, sir, cobble you.
Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: Imeddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women'smatters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon