Trully sir, all that I live by is the awl. I meddle with no tradesman matter nor womens matter, but withal I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes. When they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat leather have gone upon my handbook.
But wherefore art not in thy shop today? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
Truly sir, to wear out their shoes to get myself into more work. But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar and rejoice his triumph.