Exeunt.
ACT II., SCENE I.
A School.
Enter AMINADAB, with a rod in his hand, and
BOYS with their books.
AMIN. Come, boys, come, boys, rehearse your parts,
And then, ad prandium; jam, jam, incipe!
1ST BOY. Forsooth, my lesson's torn out of my book.
AMIN. Quae caceris chartis deseruisse decet.
Torn from your book! I'll tear it from your breech.
How say you, Mistress Virga, will you suffer
Hic puer bonae[11] indolis to tear
His lessons, leaves, and lectures from his book?
1ST BOY. Truly, forsooth, I laid it in my seat, While Robin Glade and I went into campis; And when I came again, my book was torn.
AMIN. O mus, a mouse; was ever heard the like?
1ST BOY. O domus, a house; master, I could not mend it.