Marullus.[23] What mean'st thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow?20
Cobbler. Why, sir, cobble you.
Flavius. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
Cobbler. Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's 25 matters, but withal I[24][25] am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper[26] men as ever trod upon neat's-leather[27] have gone upon my handiwork.
Flavius. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day?
30Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
Cobbler. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, to see Cæsar and to rejoice in his triumph.
Marullus. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? [28]
35What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?