Diog. Feare not boy; dogges eate no thistles.
Perim. I marvell what dogge thou art, if thou be a dogge. 15
Diog. When I am hungry, a mastife; and when my belly is full, a spannell.
Syl. Dost thou beleeve[942] that there are any gods, that thou art so dogged?
Diog. I must needs beleeve there are gods, for I thinke thee an 20 enemie to them.
Syl. Why so?
Diog. Because thou hast taught one of thy sonnes to rule his legges and not to follow learning, the other to bend his bodie every way and his minde no way. 25
Perim. Thou doest nothing but snarle and barke, like a dogge.
Diog. It is the next[943] way to drive away a theefe.
Syl. Now shall you heare the third, who sings like a nightingale.