Go home, you lazy men.Don’t you know that working men aren’t supposedto walk around on a workday without wearing their workclothes? You there, speak up. What’s your occupation?
Sir, I make my living using an awl. I stick to my work; I don’t meddle in politics or chase women. I’m a surgeon to oldshoes. When they’re endangered, I save them. The noblest men who ever walked on leather have walked on myhandiwork.
But why aren’t you in your shop today? Why are you leadingthese men through the streets?
Were taking the day off off to see Caesar, sir, andcelebrate his triumph.
Why would you celebrate that? Isn't that kind of dumb?
Go, go, good countrymen, and to make up for having donewrong, gather up all the poor men like yourselves, lead themto the Tiber, and weep into the river until it overflows itsbanks.
