Tit. To-day we heard him from our house shouting out—and it was for his ferula he was seeking.
Cirr. I beg of you, let us play for a short time.
Praet. Play you, if you will; but I shall go on to school at once.
Cirr. I beg of you, don’t report me to the master. Say that I am kept by my father at home.
Praet. Do you wish me to tell a lie?
Cirr. Why not, for a friend’s sake?
Praet. Because I have heard a preacher in a church declare that liars are the sons of the devil, but truth-tellers, sons of God.
Cirr. Of the devil, indeed! Get away! By the sign of the holy cross, may our God free us from our enemies!
Praet. Thou canst not be freed to play when thou oughtest to go and learn.