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VOLUME the SEVENTH.
ANTONY and CLEOPATRA.
TROILUS and CRESSIDA.
Marianne de Wesselow.
Printed for R. OWEN, J. LEATHLEY, G. and
SCENE, for the three firft As, at Rome: afterswards, at an lile near Mutina; at Sardis, and Philippi.
A Street in Rome.
Enter Flavius, Marullus, and certain Commoners.
ENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you home;
Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
Cob. Truly, Sir, in refpect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would fay, a cobler.
Mar. But what trade art thou ? answer me directly. Cob. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a fafe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad foals.
Flav. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
Cob. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with me: yet if you be out, Sir, I can mend you.
Flav. What mean'ft thou by that? mend me, thou faucy fellow?
Cob. Why, Sir, cobble you.