JERONIMUS. Oh, well enough.
MONTANUS. But what is the matter? It seems to me, my dear father-in-law, that you answer me rather coldly.
JERONIMUS. I have no good reason to do otherwise.
MONTANUS. What wrong have I done?
JERONIMUS. I have been told that you have such peculiar opinions that people might really think that you had become mad or deranged, for how can a sane man be foolish enough to say that the earth is round?
MONTANUS. But, profecto, it is round. I must speak the truth.
JERONIMUS. The deuce it is the truth! Such a notion can't possibly come from anywhere but from the devil, who is the father of lies. I am sure there isn't a single man here in the village who would not condemn such an opinion. Just ask the bailiff, who is an intelligent man, if he does not agree with me.
JESPER. It is really all one to me whether it is oblong or round; but I must believe my own eyes, which show me that the earth is as flat as a pancake.
MONTANUS. It is all one to me, too, what the bailiff or the others here in the village think on the subject; for I know that the earth is round.
JERONIMUS. The deuce it is round! You must be crazy. You surely have eyes in your head as well as other men.