Sir Greg. Now am not I of your mind in that, for I hold him the best soldier that scapes best, alwaies at a Cock-fencing I give him the best that has the fewest knocks.
Witty. Nay, I'll have a bout with your Scholar too,
To ask you why you should be poor (yet richly learn'd)
Were no question, at least, you can easily
Answer it; but whether you have learning enough,
To deserve to be poor or no (since poverty is
Commonly the meed of Learning) is yet to be tryed;
You have the Languages, I mean the chief,
As the Hebrew, Syriack, Greek, Latine, &c.
Pris. Aliquantulum, non totaliter, Domine.
Old K. The Latine I have sufficiently tried him in,
And I promise you Sir, he is very well grounded.
Witty. I will prove him in some of the rest.
Toi miois fatherois iste Cock-scomboy?
Pris. Kay yonkeron nigitton oy fouleroi Asinisoy.
Witty. Cheateron ton biton?
Pris. Tous pollous strikerous, Angelo to peeso.
Witty. Certainly Sir, a very excellent Scholar in the Greek.
Old K. I do note a wondrous readiness in him.