Master. You have not got on badly.
Nep. Deservedly; for I have had a master I am not ashamed of.
Master. But what is our Vives doing?
Nep. They say that he is training as an athlete, yet not by athletics.
Master. What is the meaning of that?
Nep. He is always wrestling, but not bravely enough.
Master. With whom?
Nep. With his gout (morbo articulari).
Master. O mournful wrestler, which first of all attacks the feet.
Usher. Nay, rather cruel victor which fetters the whole body. But what are you doing? Why do you stop eating? You would seem to have come here not to eat, but to stare around. Let nobody during the meal disturb his cap lest any hair fall into the dishes. Why don’t you treat your guest as a comrade? Nepotulus, I drink to you.