Blood. Do you hear; your ear?
Tim. Aura.
Blood. Your eye?
Tim. Oculus.
Blood. That's for one eye; what's Latin for two?
Tim. Oculus-Oculus.[11]
Widow. An admirable accidental grammarian, I protest, sir.
Blood. This boy shall have all: I have an elder rogue that sucks and draws me; a tavern academian; one that protests to whores, and shares with highway lawyers; an arrant unclarified rogue, that drinks nothing but wicked sack.
Enter Sim and Alexander drunk.
Sim. Here's a gentleman would speak with you.