Eman. Which you like. I don’t mind. Give me the single thickness so that I may be less heavy for playing ball (pila) to-day.
Beat. This is always your custom. You think of your play before your school-work.
Eman. What do you say, you stupid! When school itself is called play (ludus).
Beat. I don’t understand your playing with grammar and logic (grammaticationes et sophismata).
Eman. Give me the leathern shoe-straps.
Beat. They are torn to pieces. Take the silken ones as your schoolmaster has ordered. What now? Will you have the breeches and long stockings as it is summer?
Eman. No, indeed. Give me only the long stockings. Please, fasten them for me.
Beat. What! Have you arms of hay or of butter?
Eman. No, indeed. They are sewn together with threads. Alas! what straps (i.e. points) have you given me, without supports and all torn!
Beat. Don’t you remember that yesterday at dice-playing you lost the others altogether?