Hol. Most military sir, salutation.
Moth. [Aside to Costard] They have been at a great [034] feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
035 Cost. O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.
Moth. Peace! the peal begins.
040 Arm. [To Hol.] Monsieur, are you not lettered?
Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book. What is a, b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head?
Hol. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.
045 Moth. Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning.
Hol. Quis, quis, thou consonant?
[047] Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I.