I The Teaching of Morobulus — The Study of Literature
Morob. What has your highness in hand, Philip?
Phil. I read and learn with zeal, as you can see for yourself.
Morob. I see only too well, and am pained that you weary yourself, and that you are making that little body of yours quite lean!
Phil. What then should I do?
Morob. That which other nobles, princes, and rich men do—ride about, chat with the daughters of your august mother, dance, learn the art of bearing arms, play cards or ball, leap and run. Such, you see, are the studies in which young nobles most delight. If now people, who scarcely are worthy to be received in your family, enjoy these pleasant occupations, why is it suitable for you to do as you are doing, when you are the son and heir of so great a prince?
Phil. What! is the study of letters no good?
Morob. It is indeed of good, but rather for those who are initiated in holy affairs, i.e., priests, or for those who, by useful knowledge of their art, are about to earn their living, such as the shoemaker’s art, the weaving art, and the other arts necessary for money-making. Rise, I beg of you, put away your books from your hands. Let us go out for a walk, so that for some short time you may get fresh air!
Phil. I may not do so just now, because of Stunica and Siliceus.
Morob. Who are these Stunica and Siliceus? Are they not your subjects, over whom you have the command, not they over you?