Eman. How do you know?
Beat. I observed you through a chink in the door as you were playing with Guzmanulus.
Eman. Oh! I beg that you won’t tell the teacher.
Beat. No, but I will tell him if ever you call me “ugly” again, as you are accustomed to do.
Eman. What if I call you greedy?
Beat. Call me what you will, but not ugly.
Eman. Give me my shoes.
Beat. Which? Those with the long straps (i.e. sandals)?
Eman. Those covered against the mud.