Diog. To be as unlike as may be thy sons.
Manes. He hath taught me to fast, lie hard, and run away.
Syl. How sayest thou, Perim, wilt thou bee with him?
Perim. I, so he will teach me first to runne away. 50
Diog. Thou needest not be taught, thy legges are so nimble.
Syl. How sayest thou, Milo, wilt thou be with him?
Diog. Nay, hold your peace; hee shall not.
Syl. Why?
Diog. There is not roome enough for him and me to tumble 55 both in one tub.
Syl. Well, Diogenes, I perceive my sonnes brooke not thy manners.