PIP. Quaeso, preceptor, quaeso, for God's sake do not whip me: Quid est grammatica?
AMIN. Not whip you, quid est grammatica, what's that?
PIP. Grammatica est, that, if I untruss'd, you must needs whip me upon them, quid est grammatica.
AMIN. Why, then, dic mihi, speak, where hast thou been?
PIP. Forsooth, my mistress sent me of an errand to fetch my master from the Exchange; we had strangers at home at dinner, and, but for them, I had not come tardè; quaeso, preceptor!
AMIN. Construe your lesson, parse it, ad unguem et condemnato to, I'll pardon thee.
PIP. That I will, master, an' if you'll give me leave.
AMIN. Propria quae maribus tribuuntur mascula, dicas; expone, expone.
PIP. Construe it, master, I will; dicas, they say—propria, the proper man—quae maribus, that loves marrow-bones—mascula, miscalled me.
AMIN. A pretty, quaint, and new construction.