I Story of the Trunk
Nugo. Let us sit on this trunk, and you, Graculus, on that stone facing us, so that without anything to hinder us we may observe all who pass by. We shall keep ourselves warm near this wall, which is excellently exposed to the sun. What a fine trunk is this and how enjoyable it is!
Turd. For us to sit on it!
Nugo. It must have been a very high and thick tree from which it was cut.
Turd. Such as there are in India.
Grac. How do you know! Have you been in India with the Spaniards?
Turd. As if one could know nothing of a district without having been in it! But I will give you my authority. Pliny writes that trees in India grow to such a height that a man cannot shoot a dart over them, and the people there are not to seek in shooting their arrows, as Vergil says.
Nugo. Pliny also says that a company of horsemen could be hidden under the branches.
Turd. No one can wonder at that who considers the rushes of that district, which the infirm people, at any rate the rich, use to support them in walking.
Grac. Eh! what hour is it?