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THE TRAGEDIE OF IVLIVS CAESAR. Actus Primus. Scoena Prima. Enter Flauius, Murellus, and certaine Commoners ouer the Stage. Hence: home you idle Creatures, get you home: Is this a Holiday? What, know you not (Being Mechanicall) you ought not walke Vpon a labouring day, without the signe Of your Profession? Speake, what Trade art thou? Why Sir, a Carpenter. Where is thy Leather Apron, and thy Rule? What dost thou with thy best Apparrell on? You sir, what Trade are you? Truely Sir, in respect of a fine Workman, I am but as you would say, a Cobler. But what Trade art thou? Answer me directly. A Trade Sir, that I hope I may vse, with a safe Conscience, which is indeed Sir, a Mender of bad soules. What Trade thou knaue? Thou naughty knaue, what Trade? Nay I beseech you Sir, be not out with me: yet if you be out Sir, I can mend you. What mean'st thou by that? Mend mee, thou sawcy Fellow? Why sir, Cobble you. Thou art a Cobler, art thou? Truly sir, all that I liue by, is with the Aule: I meddl . . .
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