Tit. I shall return immediately, only I will now play dice a little with the son of this cobbler. Will you also come with us?
Cirr. We will go, please.
Praet. Certainly I shall not do so.
Cirr. Why not?
Praet. We don’t want to get a thrashing.
Cirr. Ah! I had not thought of that.
Tit. You won’t get thrashed.
Cirr. How do you know that?
Tit. Because your master lost his rod (ferula) to-day.
Cirr. Eh! by what means did you get to know that?