Mal. What in the name of evil is this drowsiness or, more truly, lethargy, and, in a certain sense, death? How long do you think we have slept?
Bell. Two hours, or at the most three.
Mal. Three times three.
Bell. How is this possible?
Mal. Gomezulus, run along to the sun-dial of the Franciscans and see what hour it is.
Bell. Sun-dial, forsooth! When the sun has not as yet risen.
Mal. Risen, indeed! Come here, boy. Open that glass window that the sun with his beams may fall upon this fellow’s eyes. Everything is full of the sun and the shadows are getting less.
Bell. What has the rising or setting of the sun to do with you? Let it rise earlier than you, since it has a longer day’s journey to accomplish than you have.
Mal. Gomezulus, run quickly to St. Peter’s, and there look both on the mechanical clock (horologio machinali), and on the style of the sun-dial to tell what time it is.