Metaph. That dog is a philosopher, contemns passion, and yet will hear you.
Alv. I don't believe a word on't, but I'll try once again; I have a mind to know from you, whether you have observ'd any thing in my son——
Metaph. Nothing that is like his father. Go on.
Alv. Have a care.
Metaph. I do not interrupt you; but you are long in coming to a conclusion.
Alv. Why, thou hast not let me begin yet.
Metaph. And yet 'tis high time to have made an end.
Alv. Dost thou know thy danger? I have not——thus much patience left.
[Shewing the end of his finger.
Metaph. Mine is already consum'd. I do not use to be thus treated; my profession is to teach, and not to hear, yet I have hearken'd like a school-boy, and am not heard, altho' a master.