Put on your sheep-skin, Hermas; you must go down to the oasis to the Senator Petrus, and fetch a good sleeping-draught for our sick man from him or from Dame Dorothea, the deaconess.

Just look! the youngster has really thought of his father's breakfast--one's own stomach is a good reminder.
Only put the bread and the water down here by the couch; while you are gone I will fetch some fresh--now, come with me." "Wait a minute, wait," cried Stephanus.

"Bring a new jar with you from the town, my son.

You lent us yours yesterday, Paulus, and I must--" "I should soon have forgotten it," interrupted the other.

"I have to thank the careless fellow, for I have now for the first time discovered the right way to drink, as long as one is well and able.