Praet. Well, now; isn’t that enough to enable you to know the way?
Cirr. No, not if it were a hundred times of going.
Praet. Why, if I were to go once, never afterwards should I miss the way. But you go, against your will, and as you go, you stop and play. You don’t look at the way, nor at the houses, nor any signs which would show you afterwards which way you should turn, or which way you should follow. But I observe all these points diligently, because I go gladly.
Cirr. This boy lives quite close to the school. Here, you, Titivillitium, which is the way to your house?
Tit. What do you want? Do you come from your mother? My mother is not at home, nor even my sister. Both have gone out to St. Anne’s.
Cirr. What then is to be done?
Tit. Yesterday was dedication festival (encaenia). Today some woman who sells cheese has invited them to a meal at the house called “Thick Milk” (lac coagulatum).
Cirr. And why haven’t you gone with them?
Tit. They have left me at home to keep house. They have taken my little brother with them, but they have promised me that they would bring back something of what was left for me in a basket.
Cirr. But why art thou then not remaining at home?