in the Giant Street, who keeps horses on hire?
Old Woman. This I know well, that you never know those things which are wanted, but those which have nothing to do with the matter in hand. Slowest of girls, Philoponus is that old schoolmaster, tall, short-sighted man, opposite the house where we used to live.
Ter. Ah! now it comes back to my mind.
Old Woman. In returning, go across the market and buy salad, radish, and cherries. Take with you the little basket.
Cirr. Lead us also over the vegetable market.
Ter. This way is shorter.
Cirr. We don't wish to go that way.
Ter. Why so?
Cirr. Because the dog in that street, belonging to the baker, bit me once. We would rather go with you to the market.
Ter. Returning I will make the journey through the market (for we are not far from it) and I will buy what I was told to buy, after I have left you at the school.
Cirr. We desire to see how much you give for the cherries.
Ter. We buy them at six farthings a pound; but what is that to you?
Cirr. Because my sister ordered me this morning to inquire. She particularly mentioned there is an old woman in the market who sells vegetables. If you buy of her, I know that she will sell you at a less price than they will elsewhere,
