_Metaph._ You ought however to make choice of the words most us'd by the best authors. _Tu vivendo bonos_, as they say, _scribendo sequare peritos_. _Alv._ Again! _Metaph._ 'Tis _Quintilian_'s own precept. _Alv._ Oons---- _Metaph._ And he hath something very learned upon it, that may be of service to you to hear. _Alv._ You son of a whore, will you hear me speak? _Metaph._ What may be the occasion of this unmanly passion? What is it you would have with me? _Alv._ What you might have known an hour ago, if you had pleas'd. _Metaph._ You would then have me hold my peace.----I shall. _Alv._ You will do very well. _Metaph._ You see I do; well, go on. _Alv._ Why then, to begin once again, I say my son _Camillo_---- _Metaph._ Proceed; I shan't interrupt you. _Alv._ I say, my son _Camillo_---- _Metaph._ What is it you say of your son _Camillo_? _Alv._ That he has got a dog of a tutor, whose brains I'll beat out, if he won't hear me speak. _Metaph._ That dog is a philosopher, contemns passion, and yet will hear you. _Alv._ I don't believe a word on't, but I'll try once again; I have a mind to know from you, whether you have observ'd any thing in my son---- _Metaph._ Nothing that is like his father. Go on. _Alv._ Have a care. _Metaph._ I do not interrupt you; but you are long in coming to a conclusion. _Alv._ Why, thou hast not let me begin yet. _Metaph._ And yet 'tis high time to have made an end. _Alv._ Dost thou know thy danger? I have not----thus much patience left. [_Shewing the end of his finger_. _Metaph._ Mine is already consum'd. I do not use to be thus treated; my profession is to teach, and not to hear, yet I have hearken'd like a school-boy, and am not heard, altho' a master. _Alv._ Get out of the room. _Metaph._ I will not. If the mouth of a wise man be shut, he is, as it were, a fool; for who shall know his understanding? Therefore a certain philosopher said well, Speak, that thou may'st be known; great talkers, without knowledge, are as the winds that whistle; but they who have learning, should speak aloud. If this be not permitted, we may expect to see the whole order of nature o'erthrown; hens devour foxes, and lambs destroy wolves, nurses suck children, and children give suck; generals mend stockings, and chambermaids take towns; we may expect, I say---- _Alv._ That, and that, and that, and---- [_Strikes him, and kicks him; and then follows him off with a bell at his ear._ _Metaph. O tempora! O mores!_ +ACT+ III. +SCENE+ I. +SCENE+, _the Street_. _Enter ~Lopez~._