Metaph. What may be the occasion of this unmanly passion? What is it you would have with me?
Alv. What you might have known an hour ago, if you had pleas'd.
Metaph. You would then have me hold my peace.——I shall.
Alv. You will do very well.
Metaph. You see I do; well, go on.
Alv. Why then, to begin once again, I say my son Camillo——
Metaph. Proceed; I shan't interrupt you.
Alv. I say, my son Camillo——
Metaph. What is it you say of your son Camillo?
Alv. That he has got a dog of a tutor, whose brains I'll beat out, if he won't hear me speak.