Phil. Why are you not at work to-day?
Miso. Because Pandulfus is going to make all the masters drunk with a great luncheon in honour of his laurels in obtaining his mastership.
Plan. Oh! what a lot they will drink!
Miso. Much more than will satisfy thirst.
Misi. I have an Asturian horse.
Phil. And I have a hired horse which I have got from a one-eyed rogue.
Miso. Planetes and I will go in a travelling carriage; the rest, if it seems good to them, shall follow us on foot, or by strength of arms push a boat against the current of the stream.
Phil. Rather let it be dragged along by horses.
Miso. As you please (ut erit cordi), for we choose to take the journey on foot.
Phil. Eh! boy, bridle my horse and saddle him! Why, in the name of mischief, are you putting on the little steed so sharp-toothed a curb? Give him rather that light little curb with the knobs.