IV. The Game of Draughts
Corn. I am sick of this game. Let us play with the two-coloured draughtsmen.
Tull. You paint for us squares on this surface with charcoal and with white lime.
Sci. I prefer to go and have my supper to playing any more, and I go with all my needles collared by your fraud.
Tull. Don’t you remember that yesterday you plundered Cethegus. “There is no one who can always have luck in play.”
V. Playing Cards
Corn. Please get the playing cards which you will find on the left hand under the writing table.
Sci. Some other time. Now I haven’t time. If I delay any longer, I fear that my teacher will send me to bed, in his anger, without food. You get the cards ready for to-morrow evening, Corneliola.
Corn. If mother permits, it would be better to play now when we have the chance.
Sci. It is better to go to eat when we are called.