Pr. Woe's me! Pr. Mer. This word of thine Jove knows not. Mer. Pr. Ay, but Time as he grows old teaches all things. Pr. Mer. And yet verily thou knowest not yet how to be discreet. Mer. Pr. No i'faith, or I should not have held parley with thee, menial as thou art. Pr. Mer. Thou seemest disposed to tell nought of the things which the Sire desires. Mer. Pr. In sooth, being under obligation as I am to him, I am bound to return his favor. Pr. Mer. Thou floutest me, forsooth, as if I were a boy. Mer. Pr. Why, art thou not a boy, and yet sillier than one, if thou lookest to obtain any information from me? There is no outrage nor artifice by which Jupiter shall bring me to utter this, before my torturing shackles shall have been loosened. Wherefore let his glowing lightning be hurled, and with the white feathered shower of snow, and thunderings beneath the earth let him confound and embroil the universe; for nought of these things shall bend me so much as even to say by whom it is doomed that he shall be put down from his sovereignty. Pr. Mer.
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