And our professor, when we are unruly,
Will shake his hoary head, and say; Alas!
It was not so in Santillana’s time!
P. Cura. I did not think my name remember’d there.
Hyp. More than remember’d; it is idolized.
P. Cura. Of what professor speak you?
Hyp. Timoneda.
P. Cura. I don’t remember any Timoneda.
Hyp. A grave and sombre man, whose beetling brow
O’erhangs the rushing current of his speech