Door.Never (so chance I to please Caeci1ius owning me now-a-days!)Is it my own default, how so they say it be mine;Nor can any declare aught sin by me was committed.Yet it is so declared (Quintus!) by fable of folk;Who, whenever they find things done no better than should be,Come to me outcrying all:—"Door, the default is thine own!"

Quintus.This be never enough for thee one-worded to utter,But in such way to deal, each and all sense it and see.

Door.What shall I do? None asks, while nobody troubles to know.

Quintus.Willing are we? unto us stay not thy saying to say.

Door.First let me note that the maid to us committed (assert they)Was but a fraud: her mate never a touch of her had,But that a father durst dishonour the bed of his first-born,Folk all swear, and the house hapless with incest bewray;Or that his impious mind was blunt with fiery passionOr that his impotent son sprang from incapable seed.And to be sought was one with nerve more nervous endowèd,Who could better avail zone of the virgin to loose.