I’ll thrash them black and blue! [He and the Schoolmaster chase the Boys.]
The Centurion.
[Waking.]
How now! How now!
What’s this disturbance! Who is chasing whom
And wherefore? Or is ’t some game you play? [To the Priest and the Schoolmaster, who are highly disgusted at the question.]
The Priest.
Some game, forsooth!
The Schoolmaster.
Instead of swelling out