Artotrogus. Why, that I remember in what fashion you broke the foreleg of an elephant, in India, with your fist.
Pyrgopolinices. How—the foreleg?
Artotrogus. I meant to say the thigh.
Pyrgopolinices. I struck the blow without an effort.
Artotrogus. Troth, if, indeed, you had put forth your strength, your arm would have passed right through the hide, the entrails, and the frontispiece of the elephant.
Pyrgopolinices. I don’t care to talk about these things just now.
Artotrogus. I’ faith, ’tis really not worth while for you to tell me of it, who know your prowess well. (Aside.) My appetite creates all these tales. I must hear him right out with my ears, that my teeth mayn’t have time to grow, and whatever lie he shall tell I must agree to it.
Pyrgopolinices. What was it I was saying?
Artotrogus. Oh, I know what you were going to say just now. I’ faith ’twas bravely done; I remember its being done.
Pyrgopolinices. What was that?