NILLE. Oh, my respected son, you mustn't take such things as that to heart. I can see from what you say that he must be a fool.
MONTANUS. An ignoramus.
NILLE. Nothing could be plainer.
MONTANUS. An idiot.
NILLE. I can't see that he is anything else.
MONTANUS. Et quidem plane hospes in philosophia. Let the dog turn away from what he committed in the presence of so many worthy people.
NILLE. Is that what he did? By that you may know a swine.
MONTANUS. No, little mother, he did something worse than that; he openly confounded materiam cum forma.
NILLE. Plague take him!
MONTANUS. Does the fellow imagine that he can dispute?