Boy. The poor animal has a very tender hoof.
Phil. What, then, did the one-eyed man so carefully warn you about when he handed the horse over to you?
Misi. He begged, in the most amiable manner, that the two of us should not sit on the beast, one on the saddle and the other on the buttocks, and that I should have him carefully covered when he was put in the stable.
Boy. The poor horse surely needs covering when he has his sides of raw flesh.
Phil. What are you doing? Are you not getting into the carriage?
Plan. You speak to the point. The driver now demands as much again as what we agreed to.
Phil. It is easy to deal with drivers and boatmen; they will do everything to your satisfaction. They tell you you will accomplish everything. This kind of man is soft, gentle, obliging, courteous, respectful. Drivers are the scum of the earth, the boatmen the scum of the sea. Give him the half of what he asks.
Boy. What time do you suppose it is already?
Phil. Guessing by the sun, I should say past ten o’clock.