Caesar

Anonymous

FAVIUS: Get out of here! Go home, you lazy men. What, is today a holiday? Don’t you know that working men aren’t supposed to walk around on a workday without wearing their work clothes? You there, speak up. What’s your occupation?
CARPENTER: I’m a carpenter, sir.
MURELLUS: Where are your leather apron and your ruler? What are you doing, wearing your best clothes? And you, sir, what’s your trade?
COBBLER: Well, compared to a fine workman, you might call me a mere cobbler.
MURELLUS: But what’s your trade? Answer me straightforwardly.
COBBLER: It is a trade, sir, that I practice with a clear conscience. I am a mender of worn soles.
MURELLUS: What trade, boy? You insolent rascal, what trade?
COBBLER: Sir, please, don’t be angry. But if your soles are worn out, I can mend you.
MURELLUS: What do you mean by that? “Mend” me, you impertinent fellow?!
FAVIUS: And you, who are you?
Just a man looking for good will.
A knight looking for a master.
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