Tim. Your boy, forsooth, father.
Blood. Can you turn and wind a penny, Tim?
Tim. Better than yourself, forsooth, father.
Blood. You have looked in the church-book of late; how old are you, Tim?
Tim. Two and twenty years, three months, three days, and three quarters of an hour, forsooth, father.
Wid. He has arithmetic.
Blood. And grammar too: what's Latin for your head, Tim?
Tim. Caput.
Wid. But what for the head of a block?
Tim. Caput blockhead.