Oh, as if I'm the first lunatic in his smallclothes to walk around vowing to flee my job.

[Despite saying that, he's very aware now of his outburst in combination with his near-nudity. The world begins to refocus and his passion dies down somewhat, he turns to the town crier and shrugs.]

'Twould be for the best for me to finish my work here, at least. My capacity for shame has grown somewhat, I needn't retreat into the woods for this... Is that what you would do, if you were me?