Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home! Is this a holiday? What, know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk Upon a labouring day without the sign Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
Flavius is angry because the tradesmen are taking a holiday to celebrate Julius caesar's entry into Rome
Why, sir, a carpenter
Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What dost thou with best apparel on? You, sir, what trade are you?
But what trade art thou, Answer me directly.
Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.
questioning what profession they have, and why they are taking the holiday
truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see caesar and to rejoice in his triumph
But wherefore art not in thy shop today? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
may we do so? You know it is the feast Lupercal.
it is no matter; let no images Be hung with caesar's trophies. I'll about and drive away the vulgar from the streets: so, do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck'd from caesar's wing will make him fly ordinary pitch. who else would soar above the view f men and keep us all in servile fearfulness.