1:01;109;1[' ]| Enter Flauius, Murellus, and certaine Commoners
1:01;109;1[' ]| ouer the Stage.
1:01;109;1[W ]| Hence: home you idle Creatures, get you home:
1:01;109;1[W ]| Is this a Holiday? What, know you not
1:01;109;1[W ]| (Being Mechanicall) you ought not walke
1:01;109;1[W ]| upon$4$ a labouring day, without the signe
1:01;109;1[W ]| Of your Profession? Speake, what Trade art thou?
1:01;109;1[W ]| Why Sir, a Carpenter.
1:01;109;1[W ]| Where is thy Leather Apron, and thy Rule?
1:01;109;1[W ]| What dost thou with thy best Apparrell on$5$?
1:01;109;1[W ]| You sir, what Trade are you?
1:01;109;1[W ]| Truely Sir, in$4$ respect of a fine Workman, I am
1:01;109;1[W ]| but as you would say, a Cobler.
1:01;109;1[W ]| But what Trade art thou? Answer me directly.
1:01;109;1[W ]| A Trade Sir, that$6@1$ I hope I may vse, with a safe
1:01;109;1[W ]| Conscience, which$6@1$ is indeed Sir, a Mender of bad soules.
1:01;109;1[W ]| What Trade thou knaue? Thou naughty knaue,
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