Jo. Because unless I am there in Time, before the Bill is called over, I am sure to be whipp'd.
Sy. You need not be afraid of that, it is but a little past five: Look upon the Clock, the Hand is not come to the half Hour Point yet.
Jo. Ay, but I can scarce trust to Clocks, they go wrong sometimes.
Sy. But trust me then, I heard the Clock strike.
Jo. What did that strike?
Sy. Five.
Jo. But there is something else that I am more afraid of than that, I must say by Heart a good long Lesson for Yesterday, and I am afraid I can't say it.
Sy. I am in the same Case with you; for I myself have hardly got mine as it should be.
Jo. And you know the Master's Severity. Every Fault is a Capital one with him: He has no more Mercy of our Breeches, than if they were made of a Bull's Hide.
Sy. But he won't be in the School.