Borg. Then let us go this way by St. John’s Hospital to the Marine Quarter.
Caban. Let us observe, by the way, the beautiful objects we pass by.
Borg. What, on foot! This will be a disgrace.
Scin. In my opinion, it is a greater disgrace if men hang upon the judgments of inexperienced and stupid girls.
Caban. Would you like to go straight along Fig Street and St. Thecla Street?
Scin. No, but through the quarter of the Cock Tavern (tabernae gallinaceae). For in that quarter I should like to see the house in which my Vives was born. It is situated, as I have heard, to the left as we descend, quite at the end of the quarter. I will take the opportunity to call upon his sister.
Borg. Let us put aside calling on women, but if you wish to speak with a woman, let us go rather to Angela Zabata, with whom we could have a chat on questions of learning.
Caban. If you wish to do so, would that we met the Marchioness Zeneti!
Scin. If those reports, which I heard of her when I was in France, were true, then we might have a greater subject of discussion than could easily be treated especially by those busied about anything else.