5th Prince: (To another.) But that never
happened to you or me.
Guardian: Or travelling far to a distant war,
with battles and banners rilling their mind,
And creeping back like a crumpled sack, content
if they'd left no limbs behind.
1st Prince: But we'll have nothing to do with
that, but stop at home with an easy mind.
Guardian: (Sitting down.) That's right. And
now I would wish you to say over some of your
tasks, to make ready for the Dowager Messengers,
that they may bring back a good report to the
Queen, your Godmother.
1st Prince: We'll do that. We would wish to be
a credit to you, sir, and to our teachers.
Guardian: Say out now some little piece of
Latin; that one that is my favourite.
1st Prince
:
Aere sub gelido nullus rosa fundit odores,
Ut placeat tellus, sole calesce Dei.