FROM THE TEXT:
Flavius: Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home!
Is this a holiday? What, know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a laboring day without the sign
Of your profession?--Speak, what trade art thou?
Carpenter: 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?
Cobbler: Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.
Marullus: But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
Cobbler: A trade, sir, that I hope I may use, with a safe conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
Flavius: What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what trade?
Cobbler:Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me. Yet if you be out sir, I can mend you.

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