Rustic. May God lead you!
Misi. I would rather run on foot than be shaken as I am by this horse.
Phil. You will have so much the greater appetite.
Misi. I shall, on the contrary, be able to eat nothing, so weary and exhausted I am in all my body. I would rather go to bed than ask for anything to eat.
Phil. Sit down, with knees drawn together, and not stretched apart. You will feel weariness the less.
Misi. That is the custom of women. I would do it were I not afraid of the laughter and grimaces of passers by.
Boy. Stop a moment, Philip, until the smith here has shod thy horse, whose shoe on the right foot has become loose.
Misi. Nay, rather let us stay here, so that if the inn is closed we may sleep out in the open air.
Phil. What is that? Under the open sky? Would it not be more excellent than in a closed room? It would be a more serious matter for us to have to go without a meal.