Pris. Ecce, ecce, in occulis lachrymarum flumen, in ore
Fames sitisq; ignis in vultu, pudor & impudentia,
In omni parte necessitas & indigentia.
Old K. Audi tu bonus socius, tu es Scholasticus, sic intelligo,
Ego faciam argumentum, mark now Sir, now I fetch
Him up.
Sir Gr. I have been fetcht up a hundred times for this,
Yet I could never learn half so much.
Old K. Audi, & responde, hoc est Argumentum, nomen est
Nomen, ergo, quod est tibi nomen? Responde nunc,
Responde argumentum meum. Have I not put him to't, Sir?
Sir Gr. Yes Sir, I think so.
Witty. Step in, the rascal is put out of his pen'd Speech,
And he can go no farther.
Old K. Cur non respondes?
Pris. Oh Domine, tanta mea est miseria.
Witty. So, he's almost in agen.
Pris. Ut nocte mecum pernoctat egestas, luce quotidie
Paupertas habitat.