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 laboring 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 ambut, as you would say, a cobbler.MARULLUS.

But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.SECOND COMMONER. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safeconscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.MARULLUS.

What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what trade?SECOND COMMONER. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me; yet,if you be out, sir, I can mend you.MARULLUS.

What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow!SECOND COMMONER. Why, sir, cobble you.FLAVIUS. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?