JESPER. But I can hear that he answers splendidly.
MONTANUS. Yes, but he doesn't answer what I ask him—E qua schola dimissus es, mi Domine?
PEER. Adjectivum et substantivum genere, numero et caseo conveniunt.
JESPER. He's giving him his bucket full. Good for you, Peer; as sure as you live, we shall drink a half pint of handy together.
MONTANUS. If you knew, Mr. Bailiff, what his answers were, you would laugh until you split. I ask him from what school he graduated and he answers at random something entirely different.
PEER. Tunc tua res agitur, paries cum proximus ardet.
JESPER. Yes, yes, that's a good lead for you. Answer that, now.
MONTANUS. I can't answer that; it is mere mincemeat. Let us talk Danish, so the others can understand; then you will be able to hear what kind of a fellow he is. (Nille cries.)
JESPER. What are you crying for, my good woman?
NILLE. Oh, I am so sorry that my son must admit himself beaten in
Latin.