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title: "The Two Bacchises · Bacchides"
author: "Plautus"
translator: "Henry Thomas Riley"
languages: [la, en]
shelf: "Classical Latin"
url: https://scriptura.si/works/plautus-bacchides/
cite: "Plautus, tr. Henry Thomas Riley, The Two Bacchises · Bacchides. Scriptura (scriptura.si), https://scriptura.si/works/plautus-bacchides/"
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# The Two Bacchises · Bacchides

*Plautus, tr. Henry Thomas Riley*

Twin courtesans named Bacchis, and two young men in love.

> Latin: ed. Friedrich Leo, from the Perseus Digital Library (canonical-latinLit, phi0119.phi004, CC BY-SA 4.0).

> English: Henry Thomas Riley, from the Perseus Digital Library (phi0119.phi004.perseus-eng2). Notes are not included.

> Rows follow the references the two texts share (line numbers), cut where both reach the end of a sentence.

## Contents

1. [Lines 1–434](https://scriptura.si/works/plautus-bacchides/1.md)
2. [Lines 435–830](https://scriptura.si/works/plautus-bacchides/2.md)
3. [Lines 825–1211](https://scriptura.si/works/plautus-bacchides/3.md)

## 1. Lines 1–434

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/plautus-bacchides/1/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/plautus-bacchides/1/#p-N

[¶0] SILENUS: (mounted on his Ass.)
’Tis a wonder if the spectators on the benches this day don’t hiss, and cough, and make a snorting noise at this ridiculous sight, furrow their brows, and, with cries with one consent, shout all aloud, and mutter imprecations.
Hardly in their youth can beardless actors, or mimics with their beards plucked out, find room upon the stage. Why comes forth this aged and lethargic go-between, who is borne upon the ass’s back? Listen, I pray, and give me your attention,
while I tell you the name of this quiet Comedy.’Tis proper for you to make silence for a Divinity. It befits not those to use the resources of the voice, who come here not to exclaim, but to be spectators. Give me attentive ears; but not into my hands I mean;
I wish my voice, as it flies, to strike these vacant ears. What do you fear? Are those blows more hurtful which open what is shut, or which close what is open? You’re very kind; the inhabitants of heaven do love you deservedly. There is profound silence—even the children are still—
and now, attend to a new-come messenger, on a new errand. Who I am—why I am come to you—I’ll tell you in a few words; at the same time, I’ll disclose to you the name of this Comedy. Now, behold, I shall tell you what you wish to know; do you then give me your attention.
I am a God of Nature, the foster-father of most mighty Bromius, him who, with a female army, gained a kingdom. Whatever about him renowned nations relate, some part, at least, has been accomplished by my advice. That which pleases me is never displeasing to him.’Tis right if one father another father does obey. Ass-borne do the Ionian multitudes style me, because I am borne on an ass for my conveyance. Who I am, you understand: if you understand, allow me now to tell the name of this quiet play;
at the same time, you may learn why I have come to you. Philemon formerly produced a play in Greek; this, those who speak the Greek language call “Evantides.” Plautus, who speaks the Latin, calls it “Bacchides.” ’Tis not to be wondered, then, if hither I have come.
Bacchus sends to you the Bacchides—the Bacchanalian Bacchanals. I am bringing them unto you. What! Have I told a lie? It don’t become a God to tell a lie; but the truth I tell—I bring not them; but the salacious ass, wearied with its journey, is bringing to you three, if I remember right.
One you behold; see now, what on my lips I bring—to wit, two Samian sisters, Bacchanalians, merry Courtesans, born of the same parents, at one time, at a twin-birth; not less alike than milk to milk, if you compare it,
or water to water; were you to see them you would think them halved; so much would you confuse your sight, that you would not be able to distinguish which was which. What remains you long to hear. Now give attention: the story of this Play I will disclose.
What country Samos is, is known to all; for seas, lands, mountains, and islands, have your legions made easy of access. There, Sostrata bore to her husband, Pyrgoteles Pyrocles, twin daughters at one birth;
and it pleased them, being initiated at the triennial festival of Bacchus, to call after his name the damsels of which they were the parents. The parents, as often happens, gave a turn to their future fortunes. A Captain carried one of them with him to Crete. The other of the twins sailed for Athens.
As soon as Mnesilochus, the son of Nicobulus, beheld her, he began to love her, and frequently paid her visits. Meantime, his father sent the youth to Ephesus, to bring back thence some gold, which he himself, some time before, had deposited with Archidemides,
an ancient friend of his, an aged Phœnician. When, for two years he had stayed at Ephesus, he received the sad news that Bacchis was gone from Athens, for some sailors of his acquaintance sent him word that she had set sail.
On this, he writes a letter to Pistoclerus, his only friend, the son of Philoxenus, entreating him to seek the fugitive with care and earnestness. While Pistoclerus is devoting his services to his friend, the twin-sisters, who have just returned to Athens, arouse a passion in the seeker.
The one wins Pistoclerus for herself; the other longs for the coming of Mnesilochus. What wonder if two bewitching, merry, pretty Bacchantes, should attract to themselves two unfledged Bacchanalians, and if they should ensnare their decrepit, most aged fathers, fit subjects for the undertaker, bowed down by the weight of their years?
But, see, here’s Pistoclerus, who is returning to the Bacchides so lately found, and in his simplicity is blowing in himself the sparks of passion so lately kindled. Now I’m off—do you attend.
(Exit.) (Enter PISTOCLERUS.
PISTOCLERUS:
… those who are of a thrifty turn of mind, modest, and without servility. … …
Chains, rods, and mills; their shocking brutality becomes worse. … …
She who keeps my friend and me engaged. …
(Exit.) (Enter FIRST BACCHIS.)
1st BACCHIS:
I have heard that Ulysses underwent toils innumerable, who, in wanderings, was twenty years away from his native land. But this young man by far outdoes Ulysses; who here in this spot is wandering within the walls of the city. …
1st BACCHIS:
… She was of the same name with myself. …
1st BACCHIS:
Sweep out the house with brooms, work briskly.
… Will some one call
that most dirty fellow with the water-pail and the water.
(CLEOMACHUS, SECOND BACCHIS.)
CLEOMACHUS:
… But if a life of wantonness is perchance preferred by you, consider the price that I agreed to give you that at that age you might not be following me for nought …
that from no one else you might be receiving a yearly pay, except from oneself, nor be toying with any man …
… like slugs upon a man.
(PISTOCLERUS, SECOND BACCHIS, SERVANT.) …

> Latin: Unknown:
quíbus ingenium in animo utibilest, modicum et sine vernilitate
víncla, virgaé, molae: saévitudo mala fit peior
convérrite … scópis, agite strénue
ecquis évocat
cum nassiterna et cum aqua istum impurissimum?
sícut lacte lactis similest
(Bacchis):
ílla mi cognominis fuit
(latro) suam qui auro vitam venditat
sció spiritum éius maiórem esse multo
quam folles taurini habént, cum liquescunt
petraé, ferrum ubí fit.
⟨Cuiatis tibi visust?⟩
Praenéstinum opino esse, ita erat gloriosus.
néque ⟨id⟩ haud subditiva glória oppidum arbitror.
(Pver):
ne a quóquam acciperes alio mercedem annuam,
nisi ab sése, nec cum quiquam limares caput.
limaces viri
cór meum, spés mea,
mél meum, suávitudó, cibus, gaúdium.
síne te amem
Cupidon tecum saevust anne Amor?
Vlíxem audivi fuisse aerumnosissimum,
qui annis viginti errans a patria afuit;
verum hic adulescens multo Vlixem anteit …
qui ílico errat intra muros civicos.
quidquid est nomen sibi
(Pistoclervs):
quaé sodalem átque me exércitos habet
nam crédo cuivis excantare cor potes.
sin lénocinium forte collibitum est tibi,
videas mercedis quid tibi est aecum dari,
ne istac aetate me sectere gratiis.
Arabus
Bacchis:
Quíd si hoc potis est út tu taceas, égo loquar?
Soror:
Lepidé, licet.
Bacchis:
Vbi me fugiet memoria, ibi tu facito ut subvenias, soror.
Soror:
Pol magis metuo, ne defuerit mi in monendo oratio.
Bacchis:
Pol ego metuo, lusciniolae ne defuerit cantio.
sequere hac.
Pistoclervs:
Quid agunt duae germanae meretrices cognomines?
quid in consilio consuluistis?
Bacchis:
Bene.

[¶1] PISTOCLERUS:
As like as milk is to milk;
whatever is her name …
SERVANT:
The soldier who sells his life for gold …
I know that his breath is much stronger than when the bellows of bull’s hide are blowing, when the rocks melt where the iron is made.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Pol haud meretricium est.
Bacchis:
Miserius nihil est quam mulier.

[¶2] PISTOCLERUS:
Of what country did he seem to you?
SERVANT:
I think he is of Praeneste; he was such a boaster.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quid esse dices dignius?
Bacchis:
Haec ita me orat, sibi qui caveat aliquem ut hominem reperiam,
ut istunc militem—ut, ubi emeritum sibi sit, se revehat domum.
id, amabo te, huic caveas.

[¶3] PISTOCLERUS:
… The city … and I don’t think it is in spurious boastfulness. …
(Enter FIRST and SECOND BACCHIS.)
1st BACCHIS:
… My heart, my hope,
my honey, my sweetness, my nutriment, my delight. …
Let me bestow on you my love …
the Arabian …
Has Cupid or has love overpowered you? …
Perhaps to suspect that you are in love. …
… Get money from that quarter …
… for I really do believe that with ease you can enchant the heart of any man.
2nd BACCHIS:
…
1st BACCHIS:
And suppose it is much better that you should hold your peace, and I should speak?
2nd BACCHIS:
With pleasure; you may proceed.
1st BACCHIS:
When my memory shall fail me, then do you take care to aid me, sister.
2nd BACCHIS:
I’ faith, I’m more afraid that I shan’t have the choice of prompting you.
1st BACCHIS:
Troth, I’m afraid the little nightingale may lose her powers of song. Follow this way.
(They move.) (Enter PISTOCLERUS.)

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quid isti caveam?
Bacchis:
Vt revehatur domum,
ubi ei dediderit operas, ne hanc ille habeat pro ancilla sibi;
nam si haec habeat aurum quod illi renumeret, faciat lubens.

[¶4] PISTOCLERUS:
What are these two Courtesans, the namesake-sisters, about?
1st BACCHIS:
Nothing is there more wretched than a woman.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Vbi nunc is homost?
Bacchis:
Iam hic credo aderit. sed hoc idem apud nos rectius
poteris agere; atque is dum veniat, sedens ibi opperibere.
eadem biberis, eadem dedero tibi, ubi biberis, savium.

[¶5] PISTOCLERUS:
What, say you, is there more worthy of it?
What have you been planning in your consultation?
1st BACCHIS:
What’s proper?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Viscus merus vostrast blanditia.
Bacchis:
Quid iam?

[¶6] PISTOCLERUS:
I’ faith, that doesn’t belong to the Courtesan.
1st BACCHIS:
This sister of mine entreats me so to find some person to protect her against this Captain; that when she as served her time he may bring her back home. Do you, I entreat you, be her protector.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quia enim intellego,
duae unum éxpetitis palumbem, † perii harundo alas verberat.
non ego istúc facinus mihi, mulier, conducibile esse arbitror.
Bacchis:
Quí, amabo?

[¶7] PISTOCLERUS:
Why should I protect her?
1st BACCHIS:
That she may be brought home again,
when she has fulfilled her engagement to him, so that he may not take her as a servant for himself. But, if she had the gold to pay him back again, gladly would she do so.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quia, Bacchis, bacchas metuo et bacchanal tuom.
Bacchis:
Quid est? quid metuis? ne tibi lectus malitiam apud me suadeat?

[¶8] PISTOCLERUS:
Where now is this person?
1st BACCHIS:
I expect that he’ll be here just now. But this you’ll be able to arrange better among ourselves; and sitting there, you shall wait until he comes. So you will drink some wine, and so, I’ll give you a kiss when you have drunk it.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Magis illectum tuom quam lectum metuo. mala tu es bestia.
nam huic aetati non conducit, mulier, latebrosus locus.
Bacchis:
Egomet, apud me ⟨si⟩ quid stulte facere cupias, prohibeam.
sed ego apud me te esse ob eam rem, miles cum veniat, volo,
quia, cum tu aderis, huic mihique haud faciet quisquam iniuriam:
tu prohibebis, et eadem opera tuo sodali operam dabis;
et ille adveniens tuam med esse amicam suspicabitur.
quid, amabo, opticuisti?

[¶9] PISTOCLERUS:
Your coaxing is mere birdlime.
1st BACCHIS:
How so?
PISTOCLERUS:
Because, in fact, I understand how you two are aiming at one poor pigeon, myself; (aside) very nearly is the limed reed breaking my feathers. Madam, I judge that such deeds befit me not.
1st BACCHIS:
Why so, I pray?
PISTOCLERUS:
Bacchis, it is, because I dread you Bacchantes, and your Bacchanalian den.
1st BACCHIS:
What is it that you dread? Surely, not that the couch in my house may lead you into mischief?
PISTOCLERUS:
Your allurements, more than your couch, do I dread. You’re a mischievous serpent. But, madam, a lurking-place does not befit this youthful age.
1st BACCHIS:
Should you wish at my house to do anything that’s unwise, I myself should hinder it. But, when the Captain comes, I wish you to be at my house for this reason; because, when you are present, no one will do her and me any injury.
You will prevent that, and by the same means you will be aiding your friend; this Captain, too, on arriving, will suspect that I am your mistress. Why are you silent, pray?
PISTOCLERUS:
Because these things are pleasant in the talking of; but in the practice, and when you make trial, the same are armed with stings. They pierce the feelings, goad one’s fortune, and wound one’s merits and character.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quia istaec lepida sunt memoratui:
eadem in usu atque ubi periclum facias, aculeata sunt,
animum fodicant, bona distimulant, facta et famam sauciant.

[¶10] 2nd BACCHIS:
What do you dread from her?
PISTOCLERUS:
What do I dread, do you ask? Am I a person in my youth to enter a place of exercise of such a nature, where people sweat to their undoing?—where for the quoit I rereive a loss, disgrace, too, for my running?

> Latin: Soror:
Quid ab hac metuis?
Pistoclervs:
Quid ego metuam rogitas? adulescens homo
penetrem me huius modi in palaestram, ubi damnis desudascitur?
[ubi pro disco damnum capiam, pro cursura dedecus?]

[¶11] 2nd BACCHIS:
How charmingly you do talk.
PISTOCLERUS:
Where I’m to take a turtle-dove instead of a sword, and where another puts into my hand the goblet instead of the cestus; the drinking-cup is in place of the helmet, the wreathed garland instead of the crest,
the dice in place of the lance. For the coat of mail I should have to assume a soft cloak; where, too, in place of a horse a couch must be given me,—for shield, a strumpet may be lying by me. Avaunt from me—avaunt!
2nd BACCHIS:
O, you’re too fierce.

> Latin: Bacchis:
Lepide memoras.
Pistoclervs:
Vbi ego capiam pro machaera turturem,
[ubique imponat in manum alius mihi pro cestu cantharum]
pro galea scaphium, pro insigni sit corolla plectilis,
pro hasta talos, pro lorica malacum capiam pallium,
ubi mihi pró equo lectus detur, scortum pro scuto accubet?
apage a me, apage.
Bacchis:
Ah, nimium ferus es.

[¶12] PISTOCLERUS:
I am attending to my own interests.
2nd BACCHIS:
You must be softened down; and, in fact, I offer you my aid in this.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Mihi sum.
Bacchis:
Malacissandus es.
equidem tibi do hanc operam.

[¶13] PISTOCLERUS:
But you are too expensive an assistant.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Ah, nimium pretiosa es operaria.

[¶14] 1st BACCHIS:
Do pretend that you are in love with me.
PISTOCLERUS:
Whether should I be pretending that in jest, or seriously?

> Latin: Bacchis:
Simulato me amare.
Pistoclervs:
Vtrum égo istuc iócon adsimulem an serio?

[¶15] 1st BACCHIS:
Well said! better to do the last. When the Captain comes here, I want you to embrace me.
PISTOCLERUS:
What need is there of my doing that?
1st BACCHIS:
I want him to see you. I know what I’m about?

> Latin: Bacchis:
Heia, hoc agere meliust. miles quom huc adveniat, te volo
me amplexari.
Pistoclervs:
Quid eo mi opus est?
Bacchis:
Vt ille te videat volo.
scio quid ago.

[¶16] PISTOCLERUS:
And I, i’ faith, I know not what I’m in fear of. But what say you—?
1st BACCHIS:
What’s the matter now?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Et pol égo scio quid metuo. sed quid ais?
Bacchis:
Quid est?

[¶17] PISTOCLERUS:
Well, suppose perchance on a sudden a breakfast or a drinking bout,
or else a dinner, should take place at your house, just as is the wont in such places of resort; where, then, should I take my place?
1st BACCHIS:
Near myself, my life, that with a she wit a he wit may be reclining at the repast. A place here, at our house, should you come late, is always at your service. When you wish right merrily to disport yourself, my rosebud, you say to me, “Do let me enjoy myself to-day,” I’ll provide you a delightful place where it may be so.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quid si apud te eveniát desubito prandium aut potatio
forte aut cena, ut solet in istis fieri conciliabulis,
ubi ego tum accumbam?
Bacchis:
Ápud me, mi anime, ut lepidus cum lepida accubet.
locus hic apud nos, quamvis subito venias, semper liber est.
ubi tu lepide vóles esse tibi, méa rosa, mihi dicito
“dato qui bene sit”: ego ubi bene sit tibi locum lepidum dabo.

[¶18] PISTOCLERUS:
Here is a rapid stream; not without hazard can this way be passed.
1st BACCHIS: (aside.)

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Rapidus fluvius est hic, non hac temere transiri potest.

[¶19] And, by my troth, something must you lose amid this stream. (Aloud.) Give me your hand and follow me.
PISTOCLERUS:
O, by no means.
1st BACCHIS:
Why so?

> Latin: Bacchis:
Atque ecastor apud hunc fluvium áliquid perdundumst tibi.
manum da et sequere.
Pistoclervs:
Aha, minime.
Bacchis:
Quid ita?

[¶20] PISTOCLERUS:
Because to a man in his youth nothing can be more alluring than these—night, women, wine.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quia istoc in lecebrosius
fieri nil potest: nox mulier vinum homini adulescentulo.

[¶21] 1st BACCHIS:
Away, then, with you; for my part, I don’t at all care for it, but for your own sake.

> Latin: Bacchis:
Age igitur, equidem pol nihili facio nisi causa tua.

[¶22] The Captain, then, shall take her off; don’t you be present at all if you don’t choose.
PISTOCLERUS: (to himself.)

> Latin: ille quidem hanc abducet; tú nullus ádfueris, si non lubet.

[¶23] And am I a thing of nothing, who cannot moderate my own passions?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Sumne autem nihili, qui nequeam ingenio moderari meo?

[¶24] 1st BACCHIS:
What’s there for you to fear?
PISTOCLERUS:
There’s nothing; all nonsense. Madam, I resign myself to you. I’m yours; to you do I devote my services.
1st BACCHIS:
You are a dear man. Now I wish you to do this. To-day I want to give a welcome entertainment to my sister.

> Latin: Bacchis:
Quid est quod metuas?
Pistoclervs:
Nihil est, nugae. mulier, tibi me emancupo:
tuos sum, tibi dedo operam.
Bacchis:
Lepidu'slepidus es. nunc ego te facere hoc volo.
ego sorori meae cenam hodie dare volo viaticam:

[¶25] For that purpose I shall at once order the money to be brought you from in-doors. Do you take care and cater for us a splendid entertainment.

> Latin: eo tibi argentum iubebo iam intus ecferri foras;
tu facito opsonatum nobis sit opulentum opsonium.

[¶26] PISTOCLERUS:
No, I’ll stand treat; for it would be a shame, that on my account you both should take trouble for me, and by reason of that trouble should pay the expense from your own means.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Ego opsonabo, nam id flagitium meum sit, mea te gratia
et operam dare mi ét ad eam operam facere sumptum de tuo.

[¶27] 1st BACCHIS:
But I can’t allow you to give anything.
PISTOCLERUS:
Do let me.
1st BACCHIS:
Well, I’ll let you, if you choose.

> Latin: Bacchis:
At ego nolo dare te quicquam.
Pistoclervs:
Sine.
Bacchis:
Sino equidem, si lubet.

[¶28] Prithee, do make haste.
PISTOCLERUS:
I shall be here again, before I cease to love you.
(Exit PISTOCLERUS.)
2nd BACCHIS:
You entertain me pleasantly upon my return, my sister.
1st BACCHIS:
How so, prithee?

> Latin: propera, amabo.
Pistoclervs:
Prius hic adero quam te amare desinam.—
Soror:
Bene me accipies advenientem, mea soror.
Bacchis:
Quid ita, obsecro?

[¶29] 2nd BACCHIS:
Because, in my way of thinking, this day a lucky haul has fallen to your lot.

> Latin: Soror:
Quia piscatus meo quidem animo hic tibi hodie evenit bonus.

[¶30] 1st BACCHIS:
He’s mine, assuredly. Now, sister, with respect to Mnesilochus, I’ll give you my aid, that here at home you may be receiving gold, rather than be going hence together with the Captain.

> Latin: Bacchis:
Meus ille quidemst. tibi nunc operam dabo de Mnesilocho, soror,
ut hic accipias potius aurum, quam hinc eas cum milite.

[¶31] 2nd BACCHIS:
That’s my desire.
1st BACCHIS:
My aid shall be given you. The water’s warm; let’s go in, that you may bathe. For, as you have travelled on board ship, you are faint, I think.
2nd BACCHIS:
A little so, sister. (PISTOCLERUS is seen at a distance.) Besides, he’s beginning to cause I don’t know what bustle. Let’s begone hence.
1st BACCHIS:
Follow me this way in-doors to bathe, that you may relieve your weariness.
(Enter PISTOCLERUS, accompanied by People with Provisions for the Entertainment, followed by LYDES.)

> Latin: Soror:
Cupio.
Bacchis:
Dabitur opera. aqua calet: eamus hinc intro, ut laves.
nám uti navi vecta es, credo timida es.
Soror:
Aliquantum, soror.
[simul huic nescio cui, turbare qui huc it, decedamus … ]
Bacchis:
Sequere hac igitur me intro in lectum, ut sedes lassitudinem.

[¶32] LYDUS:
For some time, Pistoclerus, I’ve been following you in silence,
watching what you were doing in this dress. For, so may the Gods favour me, even Lycurgus himself seems to me as if he could be led into debauchery here. Whither now are you betaking yourself hence in an opposite direction with such a train?

> Latin: Lydvs:
Iam dudum, Pistoclere, tacitus te sequor,
expectans quas tu res hoc ornatu geras.
namque ita me di ament, ut Lycurgus mihi quidem
videtur posse hic ad nequitiam adducier.
quo nunc capessis ted hinc adversa via
cum tanta pompa?

[¶33] PISTOCLERUS:
To this place (pointing to the house.)

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Húc.

[¶34] LYDUS:
Why to this place? Who lives there?

> Latin: Lydvs:
Quid huc? quis istíc habet?

[¶35] PISTOCLERUS:
Love, Pleasure, Venus, Beauty, Joy, Jesting, Dalliance, Converse, and Sweet-kissing.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Amor, Voluptas, Venus, Venustas, Gaudium,
Iocus, Lúdus, Sermo, Suavisaviatio.

[¶36] LYDUS:
What intercourse have you with these most destructive Deities?

> Latin: Lydvs:
Quid tibi commercist cum dis damnosissimis?

[¶37] PISTOCLERUS:
Bad are those men who speak evil of the good. You speak not well of even the Gods themselves; you do what is not right.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Mali sunt homines, qui bonis dicunt male;
tu dis nec recte dicis: non aequom facis.

[¶38] LTD.:
Is Sweet-kissing, then, some God?

> Latin: Lydvs:
An deus est ullus Suavisaviatio?

[¶39] PISTOCLERUS:
And do you not think she is? O Lydus, why, what a barbarians you are, you, whom I had deemed to be far more wise than Thales hinself. Go to, you are more foolish than Potitius, the foreigner, who, at an age so advanced, knew not the names of the Divinities.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
An non putasti esse umquam? o Lyde, es barbarus;
quem ego sapere nimio censui plus quam Thalem,
is stultior es barbaro poticio,
qui tantus natu deorum nescis nomina.

[¶40] LYDUS:
This dress of yours pleases me not.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Non hic placet mi ornatus.

[¶41] PISTOCLERUS:
But no one prepared it for you; it was prepared for myself, whom it pleases well.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Nemo ergo tibi
haec apparavit: mihi paratum est quoi placet.

[¶42] LYDUS:
And do you commence upon your repartees against myself even? You, who, if you had even ten tongues, ought to be silent.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Etiam me advorsus exordire argutias?
qui si decem habeas linguas, mutum esse addecet.

[¶43] PISTOCLERUS:
Not every age, Lydus, is suited for school.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Non omnis aetas, Lyde, ludo convenit.

[¶44] One thing especially is just now on my mind, how the cook may with due care attend to these things as befits the elegance of the entertainment.

> Latin: magis unum in mentemst mihi nunc, satis ut commode
pro dignitate opsoni haec concuret cocus.

[¶45] LYDUS:
Now have you undone yourself and me and all my labours, me who so oft have shown you what is right, all to no purpose.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Iam perdidisti te atque me atque operam meam,
qui tibi nequiquam saepe monstravi bene.

[¶46] PISTOCLERUS:
In the same place have I lost my labour where you’ve lost yours: your instructions profit neither me nor yourself.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Ibidem égo meam operam perdidi, ubi tu tuam:
tua disciplina nec mihi prodest nec tibi.

[¶47] LYDUS:
O obdurate heart!

> Latin: Lydvs:
O praeligatum pectus.

[¶48] PISTOCLERUS:
You are troublesome to me. Hold your tongue, Lydus, and follow me.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Odiosus mihi es.
tace atque sequere, Lyde, me.

[¶49] LYDUS:
Now, see that, please; he no longer calls me “tutor,” but mere “Lydus.”

> Latin: Lydvs:
Illuc sis vide,
non paedagogum iam me, sed Lydum vocat.

[¶50] PISTOCLERUS:
It seems not proper, nor can it be fit, that,
when a person is in a house, and is reclining at the feast together with his mistress, and is kissing her, and the other guests are reclining too, the tutor should be there too in their presence.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Non par videtur neque sit consentaneum,
cum haec ⟨qui emit⟩ intus sit et cúm amica accubet
cumque osculetur et convivae alii accubent,
praesentibus illis paedagogus una ut siet.

[¶51] LYDUS:
Are these provisions purchased for such a purpose, pray?

> Latin: Lydvs:
An hoc ad eas res opsonatumst, obsecro?

[¶52] PISTOCLERUS:
My intentions, indeed, expect so; how it falls out, is in the hands of the Gods.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Sperat quidem animus: quo evenat dis in manust.

[¶53] LYDUS:
Will you be having a mistress?

> Latin: Lydvs:
Tu amicam habebis?

[¶54] PISTOCLERUS:
When you see, then you’ll know.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Cum videbis, tum scies.

[¶55] LYDUS:
Aye, but you shall not have one, and I won’t allow it. Go back again home.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Immo neque habebis neque sinam. i prorsum domum.

[¶56] PISTOCLERUS:
Do leave me alone, Lydus, and beware of mischief.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Omitte, Lyde, ac cave malo.

[¶57] LYDUS:
What? Beware of mischief?

> Latin: Lydvs:
Quid? cave malo?
Pistoclervs:
Iam excessit mi aetas ex magisterio tuo.

[¶58] O yawning gulf, where art thou now? How gladly would I avail myself of thee!

> Latin: Lydvs:
O barathrum, ubi nunc es? ut ego te usurpem lubens.

[¶59] Already have I lived far longer than I could have wished.

> Latin: [video nimio iam multo plus quam volueram.]

[¶60] ’Twere much better now to have once existed than to be living still.

> Latin: vixisse nimio satiust iam quam vivere.

[¶61] That any pupil should thus threaten his tutor!
PISTOCLERUS:
My years are now advanced beyond your tutorship.

> Latin: magistron quemquam discipulum minitarier?

[¶62] LYDUS:
I want no pupils for me with heated blood.

> Latin: [nil moror discipulos mihi iam plenos sanguinis:]

[¶63] An up-grown one may harass me thus devoid of strength.

> Latin: [valens afflictat me vacivom virium.]

[¶64] PISTOCLERUS:
As I guess, I shall become a Hercules, and you a Linus.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Fiam, ut ego opinor, Hercules, tu autem Linus.

[¶65] LYDUS:
I’ faith, I fear more that through your goings-on I shall become a Phœnix, and have to tell the news to your father that you are dead.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Pol metuo magis, ne Phoenix tuis factis fuam
teque ad patrem esse mortuom renuntiem.

[¶66] PISTOCLERUS:
Enough of these stories.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Satis historiarumst.

[¶67] LYDUS:
This youth is lost to shame;
the man’s ruined. And does it then recur to you that you have a father?

> Latin: Lydvs:
Hic vereri perdidit.
compendium edepol haud aetati optabile
fecisti, cum istanc nactu'snactus es inpudentiam.
occisus hic homo est. ecquid in mentem est tibi
patrem tibi esse?

[¶68] PISTOCLERUS:
Am I your servant, or you mine?
LYDUS:
By my troth, you made an exchange not desirable for that age of yours,
when you gained these impudent ways.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Tibi ego an tu mihi servos es?

[¶69] Some bad master has been teaching you all this, not I. You are a scholar far more apt at these pursuits
than at those lessons which I taught you when I was losing my labour. Troth,’twas a bad piece of deceit you were guilty of at your age, when you concealed these vicious tendencies from myself and from your father.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Peior magister te istaec docuit, non ego.
nimio es tu ad istas res discipulus docilior,
quam ad illa quae te docui, ubi operam perdidi.
[edepol fecisti furtum in aetatem malum]
[cum istaec flagitia me celavisti et patrem.]

[¶70] PISTOCLERUS:
Lydus, you have thus far had liberty of speech; that is enough. So now do you follow this way, and hold your tongue.
(They go into the house of BACCHIS.) (Enter CHRYSALUS.)

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Istactenus tibi, Lyde, libertas datast
orationis. satis est. sequere hac me ac tace.—

[¶71] CHRYSALUS:
All hail, land of my master! which I joyfully behold after the two years that I have been absent hence at Ephesus. I salute thee, neighbour Apollo, who dost have thy shrine close by our house, and to thee do I make my prayer, that thou wilt not let me meet our old gentleman, Nicobulus, before I have seen
Pistoclerus, the friend of Mnesilochus, him to whom Mnesilochus has sent the letter about his mistress, Bacchis.
(Enter PISTOCLERUS from the house of BACCHIS.)
PISTOCLERUS: (to the FIRST BACCHIS within.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Erilis patria, salve, quam ego biennio,
postquam hinc in Ephesum abii, conspicio lubens.
saluto te, vicine Apollo, qui aedibus
propinquos nostris accolis, veneroque te,
ne Nicobulum me sinas nostrum senem
prius cónvenire quam sodalem viderim
Mnesilochi Pistoclerum, quem ad epistulam
Mnesilochus misit super amica Bacchide.

[¶72] ’Tis strange that you are so earnestly begging me to return, who am able by no possible means to depart hence, if I were willing,
so bound down, and so enchained with love do you hold me.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Mirumst me ut redeam te opere tanto quaesere,
qui abire hinc nullo pacto possim, si velim:
ita me vadatum amore vinctumque adtines.

[¶73] CHRYSALUS:
O, ye immortal Gods, I espy Pistoclerus! O, Pistoclerus, hail!

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Pro di immortales, Pistoclerum conspicor.
o Pistoclere, salve.

[¶74] PISTOCLERUS:
Hail, Chrysalus, to you!

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Salve, Chrysale.

[¶75] CHRYSALUS:
I will at present compress many speeches for you in a small space. You are glad that I am come; I give you credit for it.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Compendi verba multa iam faciam tibi.
venire tu me gaudes: ego credo tibi;

[¶76] You promise me lodging and an entertainment coming from my journey, as it is befitting, and I agree to come. I bring you the sincere greetings of your friend. Would you ask me where he is? He’s come.
PISTOCLERUS:
Is he alive and well?

> Latin: hospitium et cenam pollicere, ut convenit
peregre advenienti: ego autem venturum adnuo.
salutem tibi ab sodáli solidam nuntio:
rogabis me úbi sit: vivit.
Pistoclervs:
Nempe recté valet?

[¶77] CHRYSALUS:
That I was wishful to enquire of yourself.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Istuc volebam ego ex te percontarier.

[¶78] PISTOCLERUS:
How can I know?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Qui scire possum?

[¶79] CHRYSALUS:
No one better.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Nullus plus.

[¶80] PISTOCLERUS:
Why, in what way?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quemnam ad modum?

[¶81] CHRYSALUS:
Because if she has been found whom he so loves, he is alive and well. If she is not found, he is not well, and is like to die. His mistress is the very life of a lover. If she is away, he is non-existent; if she is with him, his property is non-existent, and himself worthless and wretched.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quia si illa inventa est, quam ille amat, recte valet;
si non inventa est, minus valet moribundusque est.
animast amica amanti: sí abest, nullus est;
si adest, res nullast: ipsus est—nequam et miser.

[¶82] But what have you done in respect of his commission?

> Latin: sed tu quid factitasti mandatis super?

[¶83] PISTOCLERUS:
And ought I not to have his request complied with against his arrival, which his messenger brought to me from him? I’d sooner be dwelling in the realms of Acheron than not.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Egon ut, quod ab illoc attigisset nuntius,
non impetratum id advenienti ei redderem?
regiones colere mavellem Acherunticas.

[¶84] CHRYSALUS:
How now, have you found out this Bacchis?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Eho, an ínvenisti Bacchidem?

[¶85] PISTOCLERUS:
Yes, and a Samian one too.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Samiam quidem.

[¶86] CHRYSALUS:
Prithee, do take care that no one handles her carelessly: you know how soon a Samian vessel is wont to break.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vide quaeso, ne quis tractet illam indiligens;
scis tu ut confringi vas cito Samium solet.

[¶87] PISTOCLERUS:
What now, your old habit?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Iamne ut soles?

[¶88] CHRYSALUS:
Prithee, do tell me where she now is.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Dic ubi ea nunc est, obsecro.

[¶89] PISTOCLERUS:
Here, where you just now saw me coming out.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Hic, exeuntem me unde aspexisti modo.

[¶90] CHRYSALUS:
How capital that is! She’s living almost next door. Does she at all remember Mnesilochus?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vt istúc est lepidum: proximae viciniae
habitat. ecquidnam meminit Mnesilochi?

[¶91] PISTOCLERUS:
Do you ask me that? Aye, him alone does she esteem at the very highest value.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Rogas?
immo unice unum plurimi pendit.

[¶92] CHRYSALUS:
Indeed!

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Papae.

[¶93] PISTOCLERUS:
Yes, and were you to believe her, distractedly in love—she quite longs for him.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Immo ut eam credis? misera amans desiderat.

[¶94] CHRYSALUS:
That’s good.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Scitum istuc.

[¶95] PISTOCLERUS:
Yes, Chrysalus; see, now; not even so small
a space of time ever passes by as this, out that she is uttering his name.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Immo, Chrysale, em non tantulum
umquam intermittit tempus quin eum nominet.

[¶96] CHRYSALUS:
I’ faith, so much the better.
(Moving, as if about to go.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Tanto hercle melior.

[¶97] PISTOCLERUS:
Yes; but—
(Holds him.)

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Immo—

[¶98] CHRYSALUS:
Yes, faith, I’d rather be off.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Immo hercle abiero
potius.

[¶99] PISTOCLERUS:
And do you so unwillingly hear how your master’s interests have prospered?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Num invitus rem bene gestam audis eri?

[¶100] CHRYSALUS:
No, not the subject, but the actor offends my feelings with his tediousness. Even “Epidicus,” a play that I love quite as much as my own self,
were Pollio to act it, no play would I see so reluctantly. But, does Bacchis seem handsome, as well, to you?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Non res, sed actor mihi cor odio sauciat.
etiam Epidicum, quam ego fabulam aeque ac me ipsum amo,
nullam aeque invitus specto, sí agit Pellio.
sed Bacchis etiam fortis tibi visast?

[¶101] PISTOCLERUS:
Do you ask the question? Had I not got a Venus, I should pronounce her a Juno.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Rogas?
ni nanctus Venerem essem, hanc Iunonem dicerem.

[¶102] CHRYSALUS:
I’ faith, Mnesilochus, as I find these matters proceeding, there’s something ready for you to love;’tis needful that you find something to give her.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Edepol, Mnesiloche, ut hanc rem natam intellego,
quod ames paratumst: quod des inventost opus.

[¶103] But, perhaps you have need of gold for that other one?
PISTOCLERUS:
Yes, some Philippeans.

> Latin: nam istic fortasse auro est opust.
Pistoclervs:
Phílippeo quidem.

[¶104] CHRYSALUS:
And you have need of it directly, perhaps?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Atque eo fortasse iám opust.

[¶105] PISTOCLERUS:
Aye, and even sooner than directly. For there’s a Captain coming here just now—

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Immo etiam prius:
nam iam huc adveniet miles.

[¶106] CHRYSALUS:
A Captain, indeed!

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Et miles quidem?

[¶107] PISTOCLERUS:
Who is demanding some gold here for relinquishing Bacchis.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Qui de amittenda Bacchide aurum hic exiget.

[¶108] CHRYSALUS:
Let him come when he pleases, and so there be no delay.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Veniat quando volt, atque ita ne mihi sit morae.

[¶109] The money’s at home; I fear not for myself, nor do I go begging to any man; so long, at least, as this heart of mine shall be armed with its inventiveness. Go in; I’ll manage here. Do you tell them in-doors, that Mnesilochus is coming to Bacchis.
PISTOCLERUS:
I’ll do as you request.
(Goes into the house of BACCHIS.)

> Latin: domist: non metuo nec ⟨ego⟩ quoiquam supplico,
dum quidem hoc valebit pectus perfidia meum.
abi intro, ego hic curabo. tu intus dicito
Mnesilochum adesse Bacchidi.
Pistoclervs:
Faciam ut iubes.—

[¶110] CHRYSALUS:
The money business belongs to me.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Negotium hoc ad me adtinet aurarium.

[¶111] From Ephesus we have brought twelve hundred golden Philippeans, which our entertainer owed to our old gentleman. Hence, some contrivance will I this day contrive, to procure gold for this son of my master thus in love. But there’s a noise at our door—who’s coming out of doors, I wonder?
(Stands aside.) (Enter NICOBULUS from his house.)
NICOBULUS: (to himself.)

> Latin: mille et ducentos Philippos áttulimus aureos
Epheso, quos hospes debuit nostro seni.
inde ego hodie aliquam machinabor machinam,
unde aurum efficiam amanti erili filio.
sed foris concrepuit nostra: quinam exit foras?

[¶112] To the Piraeus will I go; I’ll go see whether any merchant-ship has come into harbour from Ephesus. For my mind misgives me; my son lingers there so long, and does not return.
CHRYSALUS: (aside.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ibo in Piraeum, visam écquae advenerit
in portum ex Epheso navis mercatoria.
nam meus formidat animus, nostrum tam diu
ibi desidere neque redire filium.

[¶113] Now, I’ll finely unravel him, if the Gods are propitious.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Extexam ego illum pulchre iam, si di volunt.

[¶114] There must be no sleeping; gold is requisite for Chrysalus. I’ll accost him, whom for sure this day I’ll make a ram of Phryxus of; so, even to the quick, will I shear him of his gold. (Accosting him.) His servant Chrysalus salutes Nicobulus.

> Latin: haud dormitandumst: opus est chryso Chrysalo.
adibo hunc, quem quidem ego hódie faciam hic arietem
Phrixi, itaque tondebo auro usque ad vivam cutem.
servos salutat Nicobulum Chrysalus.

[¶115] NICOBULUS:
O, immortal Gods! where is my son?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Pro di immortales, Chrysale, ubi mist filius?

[¶116] CHRYSALUS:
Why don’t you return the salutation first, which I gave you?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quin tu salutem primum reddis quam dedi?

[¶117] NICOBULUS:
Well, save you. But where on earth is Mnesilochus?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Salve. sed ubinamst Mnesilochus?

[¶118] CHRYSALUS:
He is alive and well.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vivit, valet.

[¶119] NICOBULUS:
Is he not come?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Venitne?

[¶120] CHRYSALUS:
He is come.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Venit.

[¶121] NICOBULUS:
Hurra! you’ve brought me to my senses. And has he all along been well?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Euax, aspersisti aquam.
benene usque valuit?

[¶122] CHRYSALUS:
Aye, well as a boxer and an athlete.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Pancratice atque athletice.

[¶123] NICOBULUS:
But what as to this—the business on account or which I sent him hence to Ephesus?
Has he rot received the gold from his entertainer, Archidemides?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid hoc? qua causa éum in Ephesum miseram,
accepitne aurum ab hospite Archidemide?

[¶124] CHRYSALUS:
Alas! my heart and my brain are cleft, Nicobulus, whenever mention is made of that fellow. Why don’t you call that entertainer of his your enemy?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Heu, cor meum et cerebrum, Nicobule, finditur,
istius hominis ubi fit quomque mentio.
tun hospitem illum nominas hostem tuom?

[¶125] NICOBULUS:
Troth now, prithee, why so?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid ita, obsecro hercle?

[¶126] CHRYSALUS:
Because, i’ faith, I know for sure,
that Vulcan, the Moon, the Sun, the Day, those four Divinities, never shone upon another more wicked.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quia edepol certo scio,
Volcanus, Luna, Sol, Dies, dei quattuor,
scelestiorem nullum inluxere alterum.

[¶127] NICOBULUS:
What, than Archidemides? Dear me!

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quamne Archidemidem?

[¶128] CHRYSALUS:
Than Archidemides, I say.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quam, inquam, Archidemidem.

[¶129] NICOBULUS:
What has he done?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid fecit?

[¶130] CHRYSALUS:
What has he not done? Why don’t you ask me that? In the first place, then, he began to make denials to your son,
and to assert that he didn’t owe three obols to you. Forthwith, Mnesilochus summoned to himself there our ancient host, the old gentleman, Pelago; in his presence, he at once showed the fellow the token, which you yourself had given to your son to deliver to him.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid non fecit? quin tu id me rogas?
primumdum infitias ire coepit filio,
negare se debere tibi triobulum.
continuo ántiquom hospitem nostrum sibi
Mnesilochus advocavit, Pelagonem senem;
eo praésente homini extemplo ostendit symbolum,
quem tute dederas, ad eum ut ferret, filio.

[¶131] NICOBULUS:
Well—when he showed him the token?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid ubi ei ostendit symbolum?

[¶132] CHRYSALUS:
He began to say that it was counterfeit, and that it was not a true token; and how many reproaches he did utter against him so undeserving of them! and he said that in other matters he had committed forgery.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Infit dicere
adulterinum et non eum esse symbolum.
quotque innocenti ei dixit contumelias!
adulterare eum aibat rebus ceteris.

[¶133] NICOBULUS:
Have you not the gold? In the first place, I want that to be told me.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Habetin aurum? íd mihi dici volo.

[¶134] CHRYSALUS:
Yes, after the Praetor had appointed delegates; being cast, at length compelled by force he paid down twelve hundred Philippeans.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Postquam quidem praétor recuperatores dedit,
damnatus demum, vi coactus reddidit
ducentós et mille Phílippum.

[¶135] NICOBULUS:
He owed that much.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Tantum debuit.

[¶136] CHRYSALUS:
Besides, listen to another struggle of his, as well, which he was desirous to enter on.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Porro etiam ausculta pugnam quam voluit dare.

[¶137] NICOBULUS:
What, besides, as well?
Oho! this will turn out now a regular hawk’s nest.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Etiamnest quid porro?
Chrysalvs:
Em, áccipitrina haec nunc erit.

[¶138] I’ve been deceived. I’ve entrusted my gold to an Autolycus for my host!

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Deceptus sum, Autolyco hospiti aurum credidi.

[¶139] CHRYSALUS:
Nay, but do you listen—

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quin tu audi.

[¶140] NICOBULUS:
Well, I wasn’t aware of the disposition of my avaricious entertainer.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Immo ingenium avidi haud pernoram hospitis.

[¶141] CHRYSALUS:
Afterwards, at last we had got the gold, and embarked on board ship, desirous for home. By chance, as I was sitting on the deck, while I was looking about me, at that moment I beheld
a long bark being fitted out by this cheating knave.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Postquam aurum abstulimus, in navem conscendimus,
domi cupientes. forte ut adsedi in stega,
dum circumspecto, átque ego lembum conspicor
longum, strigorem maleficum exornarier.

[¶142] NICOBULUS:
Troth, I’m undone; that bark breaks my heart.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Perii hercle, lembus ille mihi laedit latus.

[¶143] CHRYSALUS:
This was held in partnership by your host and some pirates.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Is erat communis cum hospite et praedonibus.

[¶144] NICOBULUS:
And that I should be such a blockhead as to trust him, when his very name of Archidemides
cried aloud to me that he would deprive me of it, if I should entrust anything to him.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Adeon me fuisse fungum, ut qui illi crederem,
cum mi ipsum nomen eius Archidemides
clamaret dempturum esse, si quid crederem?

[¶145] CHRYSALUS:
This bark was lying in wait for our ship. I began to watch them, to see what business they were about. Meanwhile, from harbour our ship set sail. When we had fully left the harbour, these fellows began to follow with their oars;
nor birds, nor winds more swiftly. As I discovered what scheme was being carried out, at once we dropped anchor. As they beheld us stopping, they began to keep their vessel back in harbour.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Is lembus nostrae navi insidias dabat.
occepi ego observare eos quam rem gerant.
interea e portu nostra navis solvitur.
ubi portu eximus, homines remigio sequi,
neque aves neque venti citius. quoniam sentio
quae res gereretur, navem extemplo statuimus.
quoniam vident nos stare, occeperunt ratem
turbare in portu.

[¶146] NICOBULUS:
Wicked wretches, by my troth. What did you do at last?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Edepol mortalis malos.
quid denique agitis?

[¶147] CHRYSALUS:
We returned again into harbour.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Rursum in portum recipimus.

[¶148] NICOBULUS:’Twas cleverly done by you. What after that?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Sapienter factum a vobis. quid illi postea?

[¶149] CHRYSALUS:
At nightfall they returned ashore.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Revorsionem ad terram faciunt vesperi.

[¶150] NICOBULUS:
Troth now, they intended to carry off the gold; they were attempting that plan, no doubt.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Aurum hercle auferre voluere: ei rei operam dabant.

[¶151] CHRYSALUS:
It didn’t escape me; I discovered it: I was almost terrified to death by it. As I saw that a scheme was being laid against the gold,
forthwith on this we came to this determination; the next day we carried away all the gold thence in their presence, openly and publicly, that they might know it was done.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Non me fefellit, sensi, eo exanimatus fui.
quoniam videmus auro insidias fieri,
capimus consilium continuo; postridie
auferimus aurum ómne illis praesentibus,
palam atque aperte, ut illi id factum sciscerent.

[¶152] NICOBULUS:
Skilfully managed, i’ faith. Tell me, what did they?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Scite hercle. cedo quid illi?

[¶153] CHRYSALUS:
Chopfallen at once,—soon as ever they saw us leaving the harbour with the gold,
shaking their heads, they hauled their bark ashore. We deposited all the gold with Theotimus, who is a priest there of Ephesian Diana.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Tristes ilico,
quom extemplo a portu íre nos cum auro vident,
subducunt lembum capitibus quassantibus.
nos apud Theotímum omne aurum deposivimus,
qui illic sacerdos est Dianae Ephesiae.

[¶154] NICOBULUS:
Who is this Theotimus?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quis istíc Theotimust?

[¶155] CHRYSALUS:
The son of Megalobyzus, who is now living at Ephesus, a man most dear to the Ephesians.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Megalobuli filius,
qui nunc in Ephesost Ephesiis carissimus.

[¶156] NICOBULUS:
By my troth, he’ll surely turn out very much more dear to me if he shall chouse me out of all that gold.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ne ille hercle mihi sit multo tanto carior,
si me illo auro tanto circumduxerit.

[¶157] CHRYSALUS:
But it is stowed away in the very temple itself of the Goddess Diana; there they keep guard at the public expense.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quin in eapse aede Dianai conditumst;
ibidem publicitus servant.

[¶158] NICOBULUS:
You kill me outright; much more safely would it have been kept in private hands.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Occidistis me;
nimio hic privatim servaretur rectius.

[¶159] But haven’t you brought any of the gold home here?

> Latin: sed nilne áttulistis inde auri domum?

[¶160] CHRYSALUS:
O yes; but how much he has brought, I don’t know.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Immo etiam. verum quantum attulerit nescio.

[¶161] NICOBULUS:
How’s that?—not know?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid? nescis?

[¶162] CHRYSALUS:
Because Mnesilochus went privately by night to Theotimus; and didn’t wish to entrust it to me, nor to any one in the ship. For that reason I don’t know
how much he has brought, but he hasn’t brought very much.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quia Mnesilochus noctu clanculum
devenit ad Theotimum, nec mihi credere
nec cuiquam in navi voluit: eo ego nescio
quantillum attulerit; verum haud permultum attulit.

[¶163] NICOBULUS:
Do you think it was even a half?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Etiam dimidium censes?

[¶164] CHRYSALUS:
By my troth, I know not; but I don’t think it.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Non edepol scio;
verum haud opinor.

[¶165] NICOBULUS:
Does he bring a third part?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Fertne partem tertiam?

[¶166] CHRYSALUS:
Troth, I think not; but I do not know the truth. Indeed, I know nothing at all about the gold, except that I do know nothing about it.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Non hercle opinor; verum verum nescio.
profecto de auro nil scio nisi nescio.

[¶167] Now, you yourself must take a voyage there on board ship, to carry home this gold from Theotimus; and, hearkye—
(Takes him by the arm.)
NICOBULUS:
What do you want?

> Latin: nunc tibimet illuc navi capiundumst iter,
ut illúd reportes aurum ab Theotimo domum.
atque heus tu.
Nicobvlvs:
Quid vis?

[¶168] CHRYSALUS:
Take care and remember to carry your son’s ring.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Anulum gnati tui
facito ut memineris ferre.

[¶169] NICOBULUS:
What need is there of the ring?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid opust anulo?

[¶170] CHRYSALUS:
Because that is the token agreed on with Theotimus, that the person who brings it to him,
to him he is to give up the gold.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quia id sígnumst cum Theotimo, quí eum illi adferet,
ei aurum ut reddat.

[¶171] NICOBULUS:
I’ll remember it, and you advise me well. But is this Theotimus rich?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Meminero, et recte mones.
sed divesne est istic Theotimus?

[¶172] CHRYSALUS:
What, do you ask that? Why, hasn’t he the soles fastened to his shoes with gold?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Etiam rogas?
quin auro hábeat soccis subpactum solum?

[¶173] NICOBULUS:
Why does he thus despise it?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Cur ita fastidit?

[¶174] CHRYSALUS:
He has such immense riches; he doesn’t know what to do with his gold.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Tantas divitias habet;
nescit quid faciat auro.

[¶175] NICOBULUS:
I wish he’d give it me.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Mihi dederit velim.

[¶176] But in whose presence was this gold delivered to Theotimus?

> Latin: sed qui praesente id aurum Theotimo datumst?

[¶177] CHRYSALUS:
In presence of the people; there’s not a person in Ephesus but what knows it.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Populo praesente: nullust Ephesi quin sciat.

[¶178] NICOBULUS:
My son at least did wisely there, in entrusting that gold to a rich man to keep. From him it may be recovered even at a moment’s notice.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Istuc sapienter saltem fecit filius,
cum diviti homini id aurum servandum dedit;
ab eo licebit quamvis subito sumere.

[¶179] CHRYSALUS:
Aye, and look here, he’ll never keep you waiting even thus much (shows his finger-nail) from receiving it on the very day you arrive there.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Immo em tantisper numquam te morabitur,
quin habeas illud quo die illuc veneris.

[¶180] NICOBULUS:
I thought that I had escaped a seafaring life, and that, at length, an old man of my years, I shouldn’t be sailing about. But now I find that I’m not allowed to have the choice whether I would or no;

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Censebam me effugisse a vita marituma,
ne navigarem tandem hoc aetatis senex;
id mi haud, utrum velim, licere intellego:

[¶181] ’tis my fine host Archidemides has done me this. Where, then, is my son, Mnesilochus, at present?

> Latin: ita bellus hospes fecit Archidemides.
ubi nunc est ergo meus Mnesilochus filius?

[¶182] CHRYSALUS:
He has gone to the market-place to pay his respects to the Deities and his friends.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Deos átque amicos iit salutatum ad forum.

[¶183] NICOBULUS:
Then I’ll go hence to meet him as soon as I can.
(Exit NICOBULUS.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
At ego hinc ad illum, ut convenam quantum potest.—

[¶184] CHRYSALUS:
He’s right well loaded, and carries more than his proper burden.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Ille est oneratus recte et plus iusto vehit.

[¶185] Not so very badly has this web been commenced by me, that I may find means for the son of my master in his amour. I’ve managed it so, that he may take as much of the gold as he chooses, and give up to his father as much as he may like to give up. The old gentleman will be going hence to Ephesus to fetch his gold;
here our life will be spent in a delicious manner, since the old man will leave me and Mnesilochus here, and not be taking us along with him. O! what a kick-up I shall be making here. But what’s to be done, when the old gentleman shall have discovered this? When he shall have found out that he has made his journey thither to no purpose,
and that we have misspent his gold, what will become of me after that? I’ faith, I think upon his arrival he’ll be changing my name, and at once be making me Crucisalus instead of Chrysalus. Troth, I’ll run away, if there shall be a greater necessity for it. If I’m caught, I’ll plague him for a punishment;

> Latin: exorsa haec tela non male omnino mihi est:
ut amantem erilem copem facerem filium,
ita feci, ut auri quantum vellet sumeret,
quantum autem lubeat reddere ut reddat patri.
senex in Ephesum íbit aurum arcessere,
hic nostra agetur aetas in malacum modum,
siquidem híc relinquet neque secum abducet senex
med et Mnesilochum. quas ego hic turbas dabo!
sed quid futurumst, cum hoc senex resciverit,
cum se excucurrisse illuc frustra sciverit
nosque aurum abusos? quid mihi fiet postea?
credo hercle adveniens nomen mutabit mihi
facietque extemplo Crucisalum me ex Chrysalo.
aufugero hercle, si magis usus venerit.
si ero reprehensus, macto ego illum infortunio:

[¶186] if his rods are in the fields, still my back’s at home. Now I’ll be off, and tell my master’s son this contrivance about the gold, and about his mistress Bacchis who has been found.
(Exit.) (Enter LYDUS from the house of BACCHIS.)
LYDUS:
Open and throw back straightway this gate of hell, I do entreat. For, really, I do deem it nothing else; inasmuch as no one comes here
but he whon all hopes have deserted, that he may yet be a decent person. Bacchis—no, not Bacchis is their name, but they are most determined Bacchanals. Avaunt from me, you sisters, who suck the blood of men. Richly and elegantly furnished is this house—for destruction. Soon as I beheld all this, at once I straight-way way betook myself to my heels.

> Latin: si illi sunt virgae ruri, at mihi tergum domist.
nunc ibo, erili filio hanc fabricam dabo
super auro amicaque eius inventa Bacchide.—
Lydvs:
Pándite atque aperíte propere iánuam hanc Orci, óbsecro.
nam équidem haud aliter esse duco, quippe quo nemo advenit,
nisi quem spes reliquere omnes, esse ut frugi possiet.
Bacchides non Bacchides, sed bacchae sunt acerrumae.
apage istas a me sorores, quae hominum sorbent sanguinem.
omnis ad perniciem instructa domus opime atque opipare—
quaé ut aspexi, me continuo contuli protinam in pedes.

[¶187] And ought I to carry these things concealed in secrecy? Ought I, Pistoclerus, to conceal from your father your excesses, or your misdeeds, or your places of resort? by which you are aiming to drive your father and myself, and your own self and all your friends, to disgrace, and shame, and ruin altogether, and to destroy us all. Within yourself you entertain no awe of either me or your own self on account of the deeds which you are doing
by which you have made your own father and myself as well, your friends and your connexions, to be abettors in the disgrace of your excesses. Now, before you add this mischief to the rest, I am resolved at once to tell your parent. This instant from myself will I remove this blame, and shall disclose the matter to the old gentleman, that he may forthwith draw forth his son out from this loathsome pollution.
(Exit.) (Enter MNESILOCHUS.)
MNESILOCHUS:
In many ways have I thought it over with myself, and thus I think it is; a man your friend, who is a friend such as the name imports—except the Gods—nothing does excel him. By fact have I experienced it so to be. For when I departed hence to Ephesus (’tis now almost two years ago it happened), from Ephesus I sent letters hither to my friend Pistoclerus,
requesting that he would find out my mistress Bacchis for me. I hear that he has found her, as my servant Chrysalus has brought me word. How aptly, too, has he framed a device against my father about the gold, that I may have abundance in my amour. I see ’tis right that I should make a due return.’Tis better for you to be styled extravagant than ungrateful;

> Latin: egone ut haec conclusa gestem clanculum? ut celem patrem,
Pistoclere, tua flagitia aut damna aut desidiabula?
[quibus patrem et me teque amicosque omnes affectas tuos]
[ad probrum, damnum, flagitium appellere una et perdere.]
neque mei neque te tui intus puditumst factis quae facis,
quibus tuom patrem meque una, amicos, adfinis tuos
tua infámia fecisti gerulifigulos flagiti.
[nunc prius quám malum istoc addis, certumst iam dicam patri]
de me hanc culpam demolibor iam et seni faciam palam,
ut eum éx lutulento caeno propere hinc eliciat foras.—
Mnesilochvs:
Múltimodis meditatus egomet mecum sum, et ita esse arbitror:
homini amico, qui est amicus ita uti nomen possidet,
nisi deos ei nil praestare; id opera expertus sum esse ita.
nám ut in Ephesum hinc abii (hoc factumst ferme abhinc biennium)
ex Epheso huc ad Pistoclerum meum sodalem litteras
misi, amicam ut mi inveniret Bacchidem. illum intellego
invenisse, ut servos meus mi nuntiavit Chrysalus.
condigne is quam techinam de auro advorsum meum fecit patrem,
ut mi amanti copia esset. [séd eccum video incedere.]
nam pol quidem meo animo ingrato hómine nihil inpensiust;

[¶188] but, i’ faith, in my way of thinking at least, there’s nothing more extravagant than the ungrateful man. The former the good will praise, the latter even the bad will censure.’Twere better for an ill-doer to escape than for a benefactor to be deserted. For this reason, then, it behoves me to take the greater care; I needs must be on the watch. Now, Mnesilochus, the sample is on view, now the contest is being decided,
whether you are or are not such as you ought to be; good or bad, of whichever kind; just or unjust, penurious or liberal, fretful or complying. Take you care, if you please, lest you let your servant exce. you in doing well. Whatever you shall prove, I warn you, you shall not be concealed. But see, I perceive my friend’s father and his tutor coming this way. I’ll listen what matter ’tis they are upon.
(He retires aside.) (Enter LYDUS and PHILOXENUS.)

> Latin: malefactorem amitti satius quam relinqui beneficum;
nimio inpendiosum praestat te quam ingratum dicier:
illum laudabunt boni, hunc etiam ipsi culpabunt mali.
qua me causa magis cum cura esse aecum, obvigilatost opus.
nunc, Mnesiloche, specimen specitur, nunc certamen cernitur,
sisne necne ut esse oportet, malus, bonus quoivis modi,
iustus iniustus, malignus largus, comis incommodus.
cave sis te superare servom siris faciundo bene.
utut eris, moneo, haud celabis. sed eccos video incedere
patrem sodalis et magistrum. hinc auscultabo quam rem agant.

[¶189] LYDUS:
I’ll now make trial, whether your heart is sharpened by wisdom in your breast. Follow me.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Nunc experiar, sitne aceto tibi cor acre in pectore.
sequere.

[¶190] PHILOXENUS:
Whither shall I follow? Whither are you now leading me?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Quo sequar? quo ducis nunc me?

[¶191] LYDUS:
To her who has undone, utterly destroyed your single, only son.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Ad illam quae tuom
perdidit, pessum dedit tibi filium unice unicum.

[¶192] PHILOXENUS:
How now, Lydus; those are the wiser who moderate their passion.’Tis less to be wondered at if this age does some of these things
than if it does not do so; I, as well, did the same in my youth.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Heia, Lyde, leniter qui saeviunt sapiunt magis.
minus mirandumst, illaec aetas si quid illorum facit,
quam si non faciat. feci égo istaec itidem in adulescentia.

[¶193] LYDUS:
Ah me! ah me! this over-indulgence has proved his ruin. For had he been without you, I should have had him trained up to moral rectitude; now, by reason of you and your trusting disposition, Pistoclerus has become abandoned.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Ei mihi, ei mihi, istaec illum perdidit assentatio.
nam absque te esset, égo illum haberem rectum ad ingenium bonum:
nunc propter te tuamque pravos factus est fiduciam
Pistoclerus.

[¶194] MNESILOCHUS: (aside.)
Immortal Gods! he names my friend.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Di immortales, meum sodalem hic nominat.

[¶195] What means this, that Lydus is thus exciting his master, Pistoclerus?

> Latin: quid hoc negoti est, Pistoclerum Lydus quod erum tam ciet?

[¶196] PHILOXENUS:’Tis but a little time, Lydus, that a man has a desire to indulge his inclinations; the time will soon come, when he will hate himself even. Humour him; so that care is taken that he offends not beyond the line of honor, e’en suffer him.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Paulisper, Lyde, est libido hómini suo animo obsequi;
iam aderit tempus, cum sese etiam ipse oderit. morem geras;
dum caveatur, praeter aequom ne quid delinquat, sine.

[¶197] LYDUS:
I’ll suffer him not, nor, for my part, while I’m alive, will I allow him to be corrupted.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Non sino, neque equidem illum me vivo corrumpi sinam.

[¶198] But you, who are pleading his cause for a son so profligate, was this same your own training, when you were a young man? I declare that for your first twenty years you had not even this much liberty, to move your foot out of the house even a finger’s length away from your tutor.

> Latin: sed tu, qui pro tam corrupto dicis causam filio,
eademne erat haec disciplina tibi, cum tu adulescens eras?
nego tibi hoc annis viginti fuisse primis copiae,
digitum longe a paedagogo pedem ut efferres aedibus.
ante solem exorientém nisi in palaestram veneras,
gymnasi praefecto haúd mediocris poenas penderes.

[¶199] When it did happen so, this evil, too, was added to the evil; both pupil and preceptor were esteemed disgraced.
Before the rising of the sun had you not come to the school for exercise, no slight punishment would you have had at the hands of the master of the school.

> Latin: id quom optigerat, hoc etiam ad malum accersebatur malum:
et discipulus et magister perhibebantur improbi.

[¶200] There did they exercise themselves rather with running, wrestling, the quoit, the javelin, boxing, the ball, and leaping, rather than with harlots or with kissing;

> Latin: ibi cursu luctando hásta disco pugilatu pila
saliendo sese exercebant magis quam scorto aut saviis:

[¶201] there did they prolong their lives, and not in secret-lurking holes. Then, when from the hippodrome and school of exercise you had returned home, clad in your belted frock, upon a stool by your masters would you sit; and there, when you were reading your book, if you made a mistake in a single syllable, your skin would be made as spotted as your nurse’s gown.
MNESILOCHUS: (aside.)

> Latin: ibi suam aetatem extendebant, non in latebrosis locis.
inde de hippodromo et palaestra ubi revenisses domum,
cincticulo praecinctus in sella apud magistrum adsideres
cum libro: cum legeres, si unam peccavisses syllabam,
fieret corium tam maculosum quam est nutricis pallium.

## 2. Lines 435–830

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[¶0] I’m sorely vexed, to my sorrow, that on my account these things should be said about my friend. In his innocence he incurs this suspicion for my sake.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Propter me haec nunc meo sodali dici discrucior miser;
innocens suspicionem hanc sustinet causa mea.

[¶1] PHILOXENUS:
The manners, Lydus, now are altered.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Alii, Lyde, nunc sunt mores.

[¶2] LYDUS:
That, for my part, I know full well. For formerly, a man used to receive public honors by the votes of the people, before he ceased to be obedient to one appointed his tutor.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Id equidem ego certo scio.
nam olim populi prius honorem capiebat suffragio,
quam magistro desinebat esse dicto oboediens;

[¶3] But now-a-days, before he is seven years old, if you touch a boy with your hand, at once the child breaks his tutor’s head with his tablet. When you go to complain to the father, thus says the father to the child: “Be you my own dear boy, since you can defend yourself from an injury.” The tutor then is called for; “Hallo! you old good-for-nothing,”
“don’t you be touching the child for this reason, that he has behaved so boldly.” and thus the despised tutor becomes just like a lantern with his oiled linen rags. Judgment pronounced, they go away thence. Can this preceptor then, on these terms, keep up his authority, if he himself is to be beaten the first?
MNESILOCHUS: (aside.)

> Latin: at nunc, prius quam septuennis est, si attingas eum manu,
extemplo puer paédagogo tabula disrumpit caput.
cum patrem adeas postulatum, puero sic dicit pater:
“noster esto, dum te poteris defensare iniuria.”
provocatur paedagogus: “eho senex minimi preti,
ne attigas puerum istac causa, quando fecit strenue.”
[it magister quasi lucerna uncto expretus linteo.]
itur illinc iure dicto. hócine hic pacto potest
inhibere imperium magister, si ipsus primus vapulet?

[¶4] This is a severe accusation. So far as I understand his words,’tis strange if Pistoclerus has never thumped Lydus with his fists.
LYDUS: (seeing MNESILOCHUS.)

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Acris postulatio haec est. cum huius dicta intellego,
mira sunt ni Pistoclerus Lydum pugnis contudit.

[¶5] But who is it that I see standing here before the door? O Philoxenus, I would not prefer for myself to behold even the propitious Gods rather than him.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Sed quis hic est, quem astantem video ante ostium? o Philoxene,
deos propitios me videre quam illum ⟨haud⟩ mavellem mihi.

[¶6] PHILOXENUS:
Who’s this?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Quis illic est?

[¶7] LYDUS:
Why, he’s Mnesilochus, the friend of your son. He is not of a like turn of mind with him who reclines and takes his meals in brothels.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Mnesilochus, gnati tui sodalis [Pistocleri].
haud consimili ingenio atque ille est qui in lupanari accubat.

[¶8] Fortunate Nicobulus! who begot him for himself.
PHILOXENUS: (advancing.)

> Latin: fortunatum Nicobulum, qui illum produxit sibi.

[¶9] My greetings to you, Mnesilochus; I’m glad that you have arrived safe.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Salvos sis, Mnesiloche, salvom te advenire gaudeo.

[¶10] MNESILOCHUS:
May the Gods favour you, Philoxenus.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Di te ament, Philoxene.

[¶11] LYDUS:
He, now, was born at a lucky moment for his father; he goes to sea, attends to the interests of his family, takes care of the house, is obedient and attentive to the wish and commands of his father.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Hic enim rite productust patri:
in mare it, rem familiarem curat, custodit domum,
obsequens oboediensque est mori atque imperiis patris.

[¶12] He, when but a boy, was the companion of Pistoclerus in his boyhood;’tis not by three days that he is the older in age, but his disposition is more improved by thirty years than that of the other.

> Latin: hic sodalis Pistoclero iam puer puero fuit;
triduom non interest aetatis úter maior siet:
verum ingenium plus triginta ánnis maiust quam alteri.

[¶13] PHILOXENUS:
Beware of a mischief, and forbear to speak of him unjustly.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Cave malo et compesce in illum dicere iniuste.

[¶14] LYDUS:
Hold your peace. You’re a foolish man, who cannot bear to have him badly spoken of who does badly.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Tace,
stultus es qui illi male aegre patere dici qui facit.

[¶15] But I would rather have him draw upon my mishaps than upon my savings.

> Latin: [nam illum meum malum promptare malim quam peculium.]

[¶16] PHILOXENUS:
Why so?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
[Quidum?]

[¶17] LYDUS:
Because, if he were to draw upon my mishaps, he would each day be making them less.

> Latin: Lydvs:
[Quia, malum si promptet, in dies faciat minus.]

[¶18] MNESILOCHUS:
Why, Lydus, are you censuring your pupil, my friend?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quid sodalem meum castigas, Lyde, discipulum tuom?

[¶19] LYDUS:
Your friend is ruined.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Periit tibi sodalis.

[¶20] MNESILOCHUS:
May the Gods forbid it.
LYDUS:’Tis so as I say. And further, I myself saw it when he was undone; I am not censuring him from hearsay.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Ne di sirint.
Lydvs:
Sic est ut loquor.
quin ego cum peribat vidi, non ex audito arguo.

[¶21] MNESILOCHUS:
What has been done by him?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quid factum est?

[¶22] LYDUS:
He is disgracefully doting upon a harlot.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Meretricem indigne deperit.

[¶23] MNESILOCHUS:
Won’t you be silent now?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Non tu taces?

[¶24] LYDUS:
She, too, like a tide, most voraciously swallows all up, whenever she has touched any one.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Atque acerrume aestuosam: absorbet ubi quemque attigit.

[¶25] MNESILOCHUS:
Where does this woman live?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Vbi ea mulier habitat?

[¶26] LYDUS:
Here.
(Points to the house.)

> Latin: Lydvs:
Hic.

[¶27] MNESILOCHUS:
Whence do they say she comes?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Vnde eam esse aiunt?

[¶28] LYDUS:
From Samos.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Ex Samo.

[¶29] MNESILOCHUS:
What’s her name?
LYDUS:
Bacchis.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quae vocatur?
Lydvs:
Bacchis.

[¶30] MNESILOCHUS:
You are wrong, Lydus; I know the whole affair, just as it is. You are blaming Pistoclerus without reason, and in his innocence.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Erras, Lyde: ego omnem rem scio
quem ad modumst. tu Pistoclerum falso atque insontem arguis.

[¶31] For he is carefully performing the business enjoined on him by his friend and companion, his sincere well-wisher. Neither is he himself in love, nor do you suppose him so.

> Latin: nam ille amico et benevolenti suo sodali sedulo
rem mandatam exsequitur. ipsus neque amat nec tu creduas.

[¶32] LYDUS:
Is it necessary for him carefully to perform the business enjoined upon him by his friend in this fashion—for himself, sitting down, to hold a damsel in his lap who is kissing him? Can the business thus entrusted be in no way transacted unless ever and anon
he is placing his hand upon the bosom of Bacchis, or never withdraws his lips from hers? But I’m ashamed to make mention of other things which I have seen him do; when, in my presence, I saw him take most unbecoming liberties with the person of Bacchis, and yet not be at all ashamed. What need of words is there? My pupil, your friend, his son (pointing to PHILOXENUS), is ruined.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Itane oportet rem mandatam gerere amici sedulo,
ut ipsus in gremio osculantem mulierem teneat sedens?
nullon pacto res mandata potest agi, nisi identidem
manus ferát ⟨ei⟩ ad papillas, lábra ab labris nusquam auferat?
nám alia memorare quae illum facere vidi dispudet:
cum manum sub vestimenta ad corpus tetulit Bacchidi
me praesente, neque pudere quicquam. quid verbis opust?
mihi discipulus, tibi sodalis periit, húic filius;

[¶33] For I say that he is ruined, whose modesty in fact is lost. What need of words is there? Had I been willing to wait only a little time, that I might have had a better opportunity of viewing him, I then should, I think, have seen more than would have been proper for me to see, and for him to do.
MNESILOCHUS: (aside.)

> Latin: nám ego illum periisse dico quoi quidem periit pudor.
[quid opust verbis? si opperiri vellem paulisper modo,]
[ut † opinor illius inspectandi mi esset maior copia,]
[plus viderem quam deceret, quam me atque illo aequom foret.]

[¶34] Friend, you have undone me. And ought I not to punish this woman with death? I should prefer that I should perish after some dreadful fashion.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Perdidisti me, sodalis. egone ut illam mulierem
capitis non perdam? perire me malis malim modis.

[¶35] Isn’t it the fact, you know not whom to deem faithful to yourself, or in whom to put your trust?

> Latin: satin ut quem tu habeás fidelem tibi aut cui credas néscias?

[¶36] LYDUS:
Don’t you see how much he grieves that your son, his friend, has been corrupted? and how he is afflicting himself with sorrow?

> Latin: Lydvs:
Viden ut aegre patitur gnatum ésse corruptum tuom,
suom sodalem, ut ipsus sese cruciat aegritudine?

[¶37] PHILOXENUS:
Mnesilochus, I beg this of you, that you will influence his feelings and his disposition.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Mnesiloche, hoc tecum oro, ut illius animum atque ingenium regas;

[¶38] Preserve for yourself a friend as well as a son for me.
MNESILOCHUS:
I fain would do so.
LYDUS: (to PHILOXENUS.)

> Latin: serva tibi sodalem ét mihi filium.
Mnesilochvs:
Factum volo.

[¶39] Much better, too, would you leave me here together with him.
PHILOXENUS:
Mnesilochus has cares,
more than enough.

> Latin: Lydvs:
Melius esset, me quoque una si cum illo relinqueres.
Philoxenvs:
Adfatim est.

[¶40] LYDUS:
Rate the man soundly, who disgraces me, yourself his friend, and others, by his excesses.
PHILOXENUS: (to MNESILOCHUS.)

> Latin: Lydvs:
Mnesiloche, cura, ei, concastiga hominem probe,
qui dedecorat te, me amicosque alios flagitiis suis.

[¶41] Upon you do I impose all this responsibility. Lydus, follow me this way.
LYDUS:
I follow you.
(Exeunt PHILOXENUS and LYDUS.) (MNESILOCUHS, alone.)

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
In te ego hoc onus omne impono. Lyde, sequere hac me.
Lydvs:
Sequor.—

[¶42] MNESILOCHUS:
Which of the two now I should think to be my greater enemy, my companion or Bacchis, is extremely doubtful. Has she chosen him in preference? Let her keep him, that’s the best. Surely, by my troth, she has done this to her own loss. For never let any one entrust to me aught that is sacred,
if I don’t by an abundant example, and—assuredly love her. I’ll make her not to say that she has got hold of a person to make a fool of. But I’ll go home now and pilfer something from my father. Even to such straits will I force her, that beggary shall be the lot of —my father. But do I really now possess my wits with a mind unimpaired,
who am in this fashion prating here of these things that are to come to pass? I’ faith, I’m of opinion that I’m in love, inasmuch as I know for sure I am. But still, than that she, from my abundance, should, by the scraping of a single feather, grow the richer, I’d rather outvie a beggar in begging.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Inimiciorem nunc utrum credam magis
sodalemne esse an Bacchidem, incertum admodumst.
illum exoptavit potius? habeat. optumest.
ne illa illud hercle cum malo fecit suo;
nam mihi divini numquam quisquam creduat,
ni ego illam exemplis plurumis planeque—amo.
ego faxo hau dicet nactam quem derideat.
nam iam domum ibo atque—aliquid surrupiam patri.
id istí dabo. ego istanc multis ulciscar modis.
adeo égo illam cogam usque ut mendicet—meus pater.
sed satine ego animum mente sincera gero,
qui ad hunc modum haec hic quae futura fabulor?
amo hercle opino, ut pote quod pro certo sciam.
verum quam illa umquam de mea pecunia
ramenta fiat plumea propensior,
mendicum malim mendicando vincere.

[¶43] Never, by Heaven, while I live, shall she make a laughing-stock of me. For I have made up my mind to pay down all the gold at once to my father. Upon me, therefore, needy and penniless, shall she fawn, at the time, when it shall be for her advantage not a whit the more than if she were saying her pretty things to a dead man at his tomb.

> Latin: numquam edepol viva me inridebit. nam mihi
decretumst renumerare iam omne aurum patri.
igitur mi inani atque inopi subblandibitur
tum quom blandiri nihilo pluris referet,
quam si ad sepulcrum mortuo narres logos.
[sed autem quam illa umquam meis opulentiis]
[ramenta fiat gravior aut propensior,]
[mori me malim éxcruciatum ínopia.]

[¶44] Beyond a doubt,’tis my fixed determination to give the gold up to my father. Likewise, I’ll entreat that, for my sake, my father won’t hurt Chrysalus, nor censure him at all on my account with respect to the gold which he has deceived him about. For ’tis right that I should have a care for him, who, for my sake,
has told this falsehood. (To some ATTENDANTS) Do you follow me.
(Goes into his father’s house.) (Enter PISTOCLERUS from the house of BACCHIS.)
PISTOCLERUS: (speaking to BACCHIS as he comes out.)
Before other matters, Bacchis, will I give place to what you enjoin me, that I find out Mnesilochus, and bring him, together with myself, to you. But at this my mind is surprised, if my messenger has reached him, what it is that delays him. I’ll go into his house here, and see if perchance he’s at home.
(Enter MNESILOCHUS from his father’s house.)
MNESILOCHUS: (as he enters.)

> Latin: profecto stabilest me patri aurum reddere.
eadem éxorabo, Chrysalo causa mea
pater ne noceat, neu quid ei suscenseat
mea causa de auro quod eum ludificatus est;
nam illi aequomst me consulere, qui causa mea
mendacium éi dixit. vos me sequimini.—
Pistoclervs:
Rébus aliis antevortar, Bacchis, quae mandas mihi:
Mnesilochum ut requiram atque ut eum mecum ad te adducam simul.
nam illud animus meus miratur, si a me tetigit nuntius,
quid remoretur. ibo ut visam huc ad eum, si forte est domi.

[¶45] I’ve given up to my father all the gold. Now could I wish that she should meet me, after I am penniless, this fair one so scornful of me. Yet with what great difficulty did he grant me a pardon for Chrysalus. But I prevailed on him at last that he wouldn’t be at all angry with him.
PISTOCLERUS: (apart.)

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Reddidi patrí omne aurum. nunc ego illam me velim
convenire, postquam inanis sum, contemptricem meam.
sed veniam mihi quam gravate páter dedit de Chrysalo;
verum postremo impetravi, ut ne quid ei suscenseat.

[¶46] Isn’t this my friend?
MNESILOCHUS: (apart.)
Isn’t this my foe that I see?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Estne hic meus sodalis?
Mnesilochvs:
Estne hic hostis, quem aspicio, meus?

[¶47] PISTOCLERUS:
For sure ’tis he.
MNESILOCHUS:’Tis he.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Certe is est.
Mnesilochvs:
Is est.

[¶48] PISTOCLERUS: (apart.)
I’ll go to meet him, and I’ll mend my pace. (Aloud.) Health to you, Mnesilochus!

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Adibo contra et contollam gradum.
salvos sis, Mnesiloche.

[¶49] MNESILOCHUS:
Hail!

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Salve.

[¶50] PISTOCLERUS:
As you are arrived safe from abroad, a dinner must be given.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Salvos quom peregre advenis,
cena detur.

[¶51] MNESILOCHUS:
A dinner pleases me not, which excites my choler.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Non placet mi cena quae bilem movet.

[¶52] PISTOCLERUS:
Has any vexation befallen you on your arrival?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Numquae advenienti aegritudo obiecta est?

[¶53] MNESILOCHUS:
Aye, and a very grievous one.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Atque acerruma.

[¶54] PISTOCLERUS:
From what quarter?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Vnde?

[¶55] MNESILOCHUS:
From a person whom heretofore I had supposed to be my friend.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Ab homine quem mi amicum esse arbitratus sum antidhac.

[¶56] PISTOCLERUS:
Many live after that manner and method, who, when you think them to be friends, are found false with their deceitfulness, strong in their talking, slothful in their doing, of faith infirm. Not one is there whom they don’t envy on their enjoying prosperity; through their own indolence do they themselves take right good care that no envy is directed against them.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Multi more isto atque exemplo vivont, quos cum censeas
esse amicos, reperiuntur falsi falsimoniis,
lingua factiosi, inertes opera, sublesta fide.
nullus est quoi non invideant rem secundam optingere;
sibi ne ínvideatur, ipsi ignavia recte cavent.

[¶57] MNESILOCHUS:
By my troth, you surely understand their ways most thoroughly. But still this one misfortune do they find from their bad disposition; they are the friends of no one, while they themselves are all at enmity against themselves; and these, while they are deceiving themselves, in their foolishness imagine that others are deceived. Just so is he whom I supposed to be as much a friend to me as I am to my own self.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Edepol ne tu illorum mores perquam meditate tenes.
sed etiam unum hoc: ex ingenio malo malum inveniunt suo:
nulli amici sunt, inimicos ipsi in sese omnis habent.
ei se cum frustrantur, frustrari alios stolidi existumant.
sicut est hic, quem esse amicum ratus sum atque ipsus sum mihi:

[¶58] He, so far as in him lay, has taken all care to do whatever injury he could towards me, to turn all my own resources against me.

> Latin: ille, quod in se fuit, accuratum habuit quod posset mali
faceret in me, inconciliaret copias omnis meas.

[¶59] PISTOCLERUS:
This same must me a bad man.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Improbum istunc esse oportet hominem.

[¶60] MNESILOCHUS:
I judge that so he is.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Ego ita esse arbitror.

[¶61] PISTOCLERUS:
Troth now, prithee, do tell me who it is.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Obsecro hercle loquere, quis is est.

[¶62] MNESILOCHUS:
He lives on good terms with yourself. But were he not; so, I would entreat you to do him whatever harm you could do.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Benevolens vivit tibi.
nam ni ita esset, tecum orarem ut éi quod posses mali
facere faceres.

[¶63] PISTOCLERUS:
Only tell me the person, who he is; if I don’t do him an injury, some way or other, do you say that I’m the greatest of cowards.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Dic modo hominem qui sit: si non fecero
ei male aliquo pacto, me esse dicito ignavissimum.

[¶64] MNESILOCHUS:
The person’s a bad one, but he’s your friend, i’ faith.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Nequam homost, verum hercle amicus est tibi.

[¶65] PISTOCLERUS:
So much the rather, then, tell me who he is. In good sooth, I set no value on the esteem of a worthless person.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Tanto magis
dic quis est; nequam hominis ego parvi pendo gratiam.

[¶66] MNESILOCHUS:
I appear, then, not to be able to avoid disclosing to you his name.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Video non potesse quin tibi eius nomen eloquar.

[¶67] Pistoclerus, you have utterly undone me, your friend.

> Latin: Pistoclere, perdidisti me sodalem funditus.

[¶68] PISTOCLERUS:
How’s that?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quid istuc est?

[¶69] MNESILOCHUS:
How’s that? Did I not send you a letter from Ephesus about my mistress, that you should find her out for me?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quid est? misine ego ad te ex Epheso epistulam
super amica, ut mi invenires?

[¶70] PISTOCLERUS:
I own you did; and I have discovered her.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Fateor factum, et repperi.

[¶71] MNESILOCHUS:
How now? Was there not a choice for you of other Courtesans in Athens, for you to form engagements with, instead of with her whom I had recommended to your care?
Could you yourself begin to love, and to contrive an injury against myself?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quid? tibi non erat meretricum aliarum Athenis copia
quibuscum haberes rem, nisi cum illa quám ego mandassem tibi
occiperes tute † amare et mi ires consultum male?

[¶72] PISTOCLERUS:
Are you in your senses?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Sanun es?

[¶73] MNESILOCHUS:
I have found out the whole affair from your tutor; don’t deny it. You’ve ruined me.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Rem repperi omnem ex tuo magistro. ne nega.
perdidisti me.

[¶74] PISTOCLERUS:
What, still upbraiding me without reason with these rebukes of yours?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Etiamne ultro tuis me prolectas probris?

[¶75] MNESILOCHUS:
Why? You’re in love with Bacchis.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quid? amas Bacchidem?

[¶76] PISTOCLERUS:
But look you, two persons of the name of Bacchis are living here in this house.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Duas ergo hic intus eccas Bacchides.

[¶77] MNESILOCHUS:
How, two?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quid? duas?

[¶78] PISTOCLERUS:
Aye, and the two are sisters.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Átque ambas sorores.

[¶79] MNESILOCHUS:
You are now designedly telling idle stories.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Loqueris nunc nugas sciens.

[¶80] PISTOCLERUS:
In fine, if you persist in thinking there’s but little confidence in me, I’ll take you upon my shoulders, and carry you hence into their house.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Postremo, si pergis parvam mihi fidem arbitrarier,
tollam ego ted in collum atque intro hinc auferam.

[¶81] MNESILOCHUS:
Well, I’ll go; but stay a moment.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Immo ibo, mane.

[¶82] PISTOCLERUS:
I will not stay, and you shall not be holding me under a false suspicion.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Non maneo, neque tu me habebis falso suspectum.

[¶83] MNESILOCHUS:
I follow you then.
(They go into the house of BACCHIS.) (Enter a PARASITE and a BOY.)

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Sequor.—

[¶84] PARASITE:
Of a debauched and unscrupulous fellow am I the Parasite—a Captain, who has brought his mistress with him from Samos.

> Latin: Parasitvs:
Parasitus ego sum hominis nequam atque improbi,
militis, qui amicam secum avexit ex Samo.

[¶85] Now he has ordered me to go to her, and make enquiry whether she will pay back the gold, or whether she will depart together with him. You, boy, who have for some time been with her, whichever of these is the house, do you knock. Go to the door forthwith. (The BOY goes to knock.) Are you coming back from there, you hangdog? How the graceless scoundrel does knock!

> Latin: nunc me ire iussit ad eam et percontarier,
utrum aurum reddat anne eat secum semul.
tu dudum, puere, cum illac usque isti semul:
quae harum sunt aedes, pulta. adi actutum ad fores.
recede hinc dierecte. ut pulsat propudium!

[¶86] You can gobble up a loaf three feet wide, and yet you don’t know how to knock at a door. (He calls out and knocks violently.) Is there any one in-doors? Hallo! is there any one here? Does any one open this door? Who’s coming out?
(Enter PISTOCLERUS from the house.)
PISTOCLERUS:
What’s the matter? What’s this knocking? Why, what the confounded torment possesses you, to be exerting your strength in this fashion on another person’s door?

> Latin: comesse panem tris pedes latum potes,
fores pultare nescis. ecquis in aedibust?
heus, ecquis hic est? ecquis hoc aperit ostium?
ecquis éxit?
Pistoclervs:
Quid istuc? quae istaec est pulsatio?
… quae te mala crux agitat, quí ad istunc modum
alieno viris tuas extentes ostio?

[¶87] You’ve almost broken the door down. What do you want now?

> Latin: fores paene exfregisti. quid nunc vis tibi?

[¶88] PARASITE:
Young gentleman, my respects.

> Latin: Parasitvs:
Adulescens, salve.

[¶89] PISTOCLERUS:
And my respects. But whom are you looking for?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Salve. sed quem quaeritas?

[¶90] PARASITE:
For Bacchis.

> Latin: Parasitvs:
Bacchidem.

[¶91] PISTOCLERUS:
But which of them?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Vtram ergo?

[¶92] PARASITE:
Of that I know nothing, only it’s Bacchis. In a few words, the Captain, Cleomachus,
has sent me to her, either for her to pay back the tyro hundred golden Philippeans, or to go hence this day, together with him, to Elatia.

> Latin: Parasitvs:
Nil scio nisi Bacchidem.
paucis: me misit miles ad eam Cleomachus,
vel ut ducentos Phílippos reddat aureos
vel ut hinc in Elatiam hodie eat secum semul.

[¶93] PISTOCLERUS:
She doesn’t go: she says she shan’t go. Begone, and take back this message—she loves another person, and not him. Take yourself off from the house.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Non it. negat se ituram. abi et renuntia.
alium illa amat, non illum. duc te ab aedibus.

[¶94] PARASITE:
You’re too hasty.

> Latin: Parasitvs:
Nimis iracunde.

[¶95] PISTOCLERUS:
And would you know now hasty I am?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
At scin quam iracundus siem?

[¶96] By my faith, your phiz isn’t far off from a mishap; so much are these teeth-crackers (looking at his fists) longing in my fists.
PARASITE: (aside.)

> Latin: ne tíbi hercle haud longe est os ab infortunio,
ita dentifrangibula haec meis manibus gestiunt.

[¶97] So far as I understand his words,’tis a warning to me, lest he should knock my nut-crackers out of my jaws. (To PISTOCLERUS.) At your own peril, I’ll tell him this.

> Latin: Parasitvs:
Cum ego huius verba interpretor, mihi cautiost,
ne nucifrangibula excussit ex malis meis.
tuo ego istaec igitur dicam illi periculo.

[¶98] PISTOCLERUS:
What do you say?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quid ais tu?

[¶99] PARASITE:
I’ll tell him that which you bade me.

> Latin: Parasitvs:
Ego istuc illi dicam.

[¶100] PISTOCLERUS:
Who are you? Tell me.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Dic mihi,
quis tu es?

[¶101] PARASITE:
I’m the skill of his body

> Latin: Parasitvs:
Illius sum integumentum corporis.

[¶102] PISTOCLERUS:
He needs must be a scampish fellow, who has got so worthless a skin.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Nequam esse oportet cui tu integumentum improbu'simprobus es.

[¶103] PARASITE:
He’ll be coming here, swollen up with wrath.

> Latin: Parasitvs:
Sufflatus ille huc veniet.

[¶104] PISTOCLERUS:
I wish he may burst.
PARASITE: (about to go.)

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Dirrumptum velim.

[¶105] Is there anything you want?
PISTOCLERUS:
Be off; you must do so this instant.

> Latin: Parasitvs:
Numquid vis?
Pistoclervs:
Abeas. celeriter factost opus.

[¶106] PARASITE:
Good-bye, teeth-cracker.
(Exit.)

> Latin: Parasitvs:
Vale, dentifrangibule.—

[¶107] PISTOCLERUS:
And you, skin of his body, good-bye! This matter has come to such a point, that what advice to give my friend about his mistress, I know not; who, in his pet, has given up all the gold to his father, and not a coin is there that may be paid to the Captain.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Et tu, integumentum, vale.
in eum nunc haec res vénit locum, ut quid consili
dem meo sodali super amica nesciam,
qui iratus renumeravit omne aurum patri,
neque nummus ullust qui reddatur militi.

[¶108] But I’ll step aside, for the door makes a noise. O, here’s Mnesilochus coming out, and pensive, too.
(He stands apart.) (Enter MNESILOCHUS from the house of BACCHIS.)

> Latin: sed huc concedam, nam concrepuerunt fores.
Mnesilochus eccum maestus progreditur foras.

[¶109] MNESILOCHUS:
Insolent, of a froward, passionate, ungovernable, inconsiderate disposition, without reason and moderation, am I; without fine principles of rectitude and honor, hard of belief, powerless to control my passions,
born of a temper ill-disposed, unamiable and ungracious is my life. In fine, I am that which I could wish others to be. There’s not a person more worthless, or more unworthy for the Gods to bless, or for men to love or to associate with.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Pétulans, protervo íracundo ánimo, indomito incógitato,
sine modo et modestia sum, sine bono iure atque honore,
incredibilis imposque animi, ínamabilis inlepidus vivo,
malevolente ingenio natus. postremo id mi est quod volo
ego esse áliis. credibile hóc est?
nequiór nemost neque indígnior quoi
di béne faciant neque quém quisquam
homo aút amet aut ádeat.

[¶110] ’Tis more just that I should have enemies than friends—’tis more reasonable that the bad should give me their assistance than the good.

> Latin: inimícos quam amícos aequómst med habére,
malós quam bonós par magís me iuváre.

[¶111] There’s not a person more deserving of all the reproaches that are befitting worthless men, than I, who have given up to my father the money that was in my power. Could this be believed by any one whatever? Am I not a madman, who have miserably undone myself and the device of Chrysalus?
PISTOCLERUS: (aside.)

> Latin: ómnibus probris, quae ímprobis viris
dígna sunt, dígnior núllus est homo;
quí patri réddidi omne aúrum amans, ⟨mihi⟩
quód fuit praé manu. súmne ego homo miser?
pérdidi mé simulque óperam Chrysali.

[¶112] He must now be consoled by me; I’ll accost him. (Aloud.) Hallo, Mnesilochus! what’s the matter?
MNESILOCHUS:
I’m ruined.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Consólandus hic mist, íbo ad eum.
Mnesíloche, quid fit?
Mnesilochvs:
Périi.

[¶113] PISTOCLERUS:
May the Gods grant better things!

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Di mélius faciant.

[¶114] MNESILOCHUS:
I’m ruined.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Périi.

[¶115] PISTOCLERUS:
Won’t you hold your tongue, simpleton?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Non táces, insipiens?

[¶116] MNESILOCHUS:
Hold my tongue?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Táceam?

[¶117] PISTOCLERUS:
You are not now quite right in your senses.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Sanús satis non es.

[¶118] MNESILOCHUS:
I’m undone. Many sharp and poignant woes are now arising in my breast. Did I not put faith in that accusation? Without any cause was I angry with you.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Périi.
múlta mala mi in péctore nunc ácria atque acérba eveniunt.
criminin me habuisse fídem? immérito tibi íratus fui.

[¶119] PISTOCLERUS:
Come, come, do have a good heart.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Heia, bonum habe ánimum.

[¶120] MNESILOCHUS:
Whence have it? A dead man is of more value than I am.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Vnde habeam? mortuos pluris pretist
quam égo sum.

[¶121] PISTOCLERUS:
The Captain’s Parasite came here, just now, to fetch the gold hence. I drove the fellow away from this door and from this fair one, and packed him off through my harsh language.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Militis parasitus venerat modo aurum petere hinc,
eum ego meis dictis malis his foribus atque hac ⟨platea abegi⟩;
reppuli, reieci hominem.

[¶122] MNESILOCHUS:
But of what service is that to me? Wretch that I am, what shall I do? I have nothing; and he certainly will carry her off.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quid mi id prodest? ⟨quom ipse veniet,⟩
quid faciam? nil habeo miser. ille quidem hanc abducet, scio.

[¶123] PISTOCLERUS:
By my faith, if I had the means, I’d engage not.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Si mihi sit, nón pollicear.

[¶124] MNESILOCHUS:
I know you’d give it me; I know your ways; and were you not in love, I should now have the very greatest possible confidence in your assistance. At present, you yourself have more than enough of your own business, for me to suppose that you, who are in want yourself; are able to give me any assistance.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Scio, dares, novi ⟨tuom⟩.
sed nisi ames, non habeam tibi fidem tantam; ⟨eó quod amas tamen⟩
nunc agitas sat tute tuarum rérum; ⟨sin libér sies⟩
egone ut opem mi ferre posse pútem inopem te? ⟨non potest⟩.

[¶125] PISTOCLERUS:
Do but hold your tongue: some Divinity will favour us.
MNESILOCHUS.:
Nonsense.
(Moves as if going.)

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Tace modo: deus respiciet nos aliquis.
Mnesilochvs:
Nugae. ⟨vale⟩.

[¶126] PISTOCLERUS:
Do stay.
(Takes hold of him.)

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Mane.

[¶127] MNESILOCHUS:
What’s the matter?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quid est?

[¶128] PISTOCLERUS:
Why, I see Chrysalus here, your main resource.
(Enter CHRYSALUS, at a distance.)
CHRYSALUS: (to himself.)

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Tuam cópiam eccam Chrysalum video. ⟨tace.⟩

[¶129] It’s right this man (pointing to himself) should be worth his weight in gold: it’s fair that a statue of gold should be erected for him. For, this day, two exploits have I achieved; with twofold spoils have I been graced. So cleverly have I gulled my elder master this day, that he has been made a fool of. The crafty old blade, by my crafty tricks, have I compelled and constrained to believe me in everything.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Hunc hóminem decet auro éxpendi, huic décet statuam statui éx auro;
nam dúplex hodie facinús feci, duplicíbus spoliis sum adféctus.
érum maiorem méum ut ego hodie lúsi lepide, ut lúdificatust.
cállidum senem cállidis dolis
cómpuli et pérpuli, mi ómnia ut créderet.

[¶130] Then, for the son of the old gentleman, my master here in love, together with whom I drink, with whom I eat and go a-courting, I have procured regal and golden trea sures, that he may take from thence at home, and not go seeking abroad. Those Parmenos and those Syruses,
please me not, who filch some two or three minae from their masters. There’s nothing more worthless than a servant without skill—worthless, if he has not a breast mightily well-stocked, so that, whenever there is necessity, he may draw his supply from his own breast. No one can be a person well to do …
unless he understands both how to do good and how to do evil. With rogues he must be a rogue; with thieves let him filch whatever he can. It befits him who is truly wise, to be a person that can shift his very skin.
Good with the good let him be, bad with the bad: just as things are, so let him ever frame his humour. But I should like to know how much gold my master has taken for himself, and what he has given up to his father.

> Latin: núnc amanti ero fílio senis,
quícum égo bibo, quícum édo et amo,
régias cópias aúreasque óptuli,
út domo súmeret neú foris quaéreret.
nón mihi istí placent Pármenonés, Syri,
quí duas aut trís minas aúferunt eris.
néquius nil ést quam egens cónsili servós, nisi
hábet multipotens péctus:
úbicumque usús siet, péctore expromát suo.
nullús frugi esse pótest homo,
nisi qui ét bene et mále facere tenet.
ímprobis cum ímprobus sit, hárpaget fúribus,
fúretur quód queat,
vórsipellem frúgi cónvenit esse hominem,
péctus quoi sapít: bonus sít bonis, malus sít malis;
utcúmque res sit, ita ánimum hábeat.
séd lubet scíre quantum aúrum erus sibi
démpsit et quíd suo réddidit patri.

[¶131] If he is a prudent person, he has made a Hercules of his parent: he has given him the tenth part, and has kept back nine for himself. But, see! the person whom I was looking for; he meets me most opportunely. (To MNESILOCHUS.) Has any of your money fallen down, my master, that thus, in silence, you are looking down upon the ground?

> Latin: sí frugi est, Hérculem fécit ex patre:
décimam partem eí dedit, síbi novem abstulit.
séd quem quaero óptume eccum óbviam mihi est.
núm qui nummi éxciderúnt, ere, tibi,
quod síc terram optuére?

[¶132] Why do I see you two sad and sorrowful?

> Latin: quid vós maestos tam trístesque esse cónspicor?

[¶133] I like it not; and ’tis not without some reason. Are you going now to give me any answer?

> Latin: non plácet nec temere est étiam. quin mihi réspondetis?

[¶134] MNESILOCHUS:
I’m undone, Chrysalus.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Chrýsale, occidi.

[¶135] CHRYSALUS:
Perhaps you took too little of the gold.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Fortassis tu auri dempsisti parum?

[¶136] MNESILOCHUS:
How, a plague, too little? Why, yes, indeed, a very great deal less than too little.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quam, malum, parum? immo vero nimio minus multo parum.

[¶137] CHRYSALUS:
Why the mischief then, simpleton, since by my skill an opportunity was procured for that very purpose, that you might take as much as you pleased,
did you thus take it up with the tips of two fingers? Or, didn’t you know how rarely an opportunity of that kind presents itself to a person?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid igitur, stulte? ⟨an tu,⟩ quoniam occasio ad eam rem fuit
mea virtute parta, ut quantum velles tantum sumeres,
sic hoc digitulis duobus sumebas primoribus?
an nescibas quam eius modi hómini raro tempus se daret?

[¶138] MNESILOCHUS:
You are mistaken.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Erras.

[¶139] CHRYSALUS:
Why, surely,’tis you yourself that were mistaken, when you dip’t your fingers in not deep enough.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
At quidem túte errasti, cum parum immersti ampliter.

[¶140] MNESILOCHUS:
I’ faith, you’d upbraid me more than now you do, if you knew the matter better. I’m undone.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Pol tu quam nunc med accuses magis, si magis rem noveris.
occidi.

[¶141] CHRYSALUS:
My mind is now foreboding further mischief from those words.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Animus iam istoc dicto plus praesagitur mali.

[¶142] MNESILOCHUS:
I’m ruined.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Perii.

[¶143] CHRYSALUS:
How so?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid ita?

[¶144] MNESILOCHUS:
Because I’ve given all up to my father, with every particle of it.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quia patri omne cum ramento reddidi.

[¶145] CHRYSALUS:
Given it up?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Reddidisti?

[¶146] MNESILOCHUS:
Given it up.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Reddidi.

[¶147] CHRYSALUS:
What, all?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Omnene?

[¶148] MNESILOCHUS:
Every jot.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Oppido.

[¶149] CHRYSALUS:
We are done for. How came it into your mind to do this deed so foul?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Occisi sumus.
qui in mentem venit tibi istuc facinus facere tam malum?

[¶150] MNESILOCHUS:
I had a suspicion, Chrysalus, by reason of a charge, that Bacchis and he (pointing to PISTOCLERUS) had been playing me false; for that reason, in my anger, I gave up all the gold
to my father.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Bacchidem atque hunc suspicabar propter crimen, Chrysale,
mi male consuluisse: ob eam rem omne aurum iratus reddidi
meo patri.

[¶151] CHRYSALUS:
What did you say to your father when you gave up the gold?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid, ubi reddebas aurum, dixisti patri?

[¶152] MNESILOCHUS:
That I had at once received this gold from his host, Archidemides.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Mé id aurum accepisse extemplo ab hospite Archidemide.

[¶153] CHRYSALUS:
Eh! by that speech you have this day consigned Chrysalus to the torture; for, when he shall set eyes on me, the old gentleman will carry me off that instant to the executioner.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Em,
istoc dicto dédisti hodie ín cruciatum Chrysalum;
nam úbi me aspiciet, ad carnuficem rapiet continuo senex.

[¶154] MNESILOCHUS:
I’ve besought my father.
CERYS.:
I suppose, to do, in fact, the thing that I was speaking of?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Ego patrem exoravi.
Chrysalvs:
Nempe ergo hoc ut faceret quod loquor?

[¶155] MNESILOCHUS:
Nay, not to punish you, or to blame you at all on account of this business. And with some difficulty I’ve prevailed. Now, Chrysalus, this must be your care.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Immo tibi ne noceat neu quid ob eam rem suscenseat;
atque aegre impetravi. nunc hoc tibi curandumst, Chrysale.

[¶156] CHRYSALUS:
What do you wish should be my care?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid vis curem?

[¶157] MNESILOCHUS:
That once again you should make a second inroad upon the old gentleman. Contrive, devise, invent whatever you please; frame your plans, so that this day you may cleverly deceive the old man unawares, and carry off the gold.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Vt ad senem etiam álteram facias viam.
compara, fabricare finge quod lubet, conglutina,
ut senem hodie doctum docte fallas aurumque auferas.

[¶158] CHRYSALUS:
It scarcely seems possible to be done.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vix videtur fieri posse.

[¶159] MNESILOCHUS:
Set about it, and you’ll easily effect it.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Perge, ac facile ecfeceris.

[¶160] CHRYSALUS:
How the plague “easily,” for me, whom he has this moment caught out in a lie? Should I entreat him not to believe me at all, he would not venture even to believe me in that.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quam, malum, fácile, quem mendaci prendit manufesto modo?
quem si orem ut mihi nil credat, id non ausit credere.

[¶161] MNESILOCHUS:
Aye, and if you were to hear what things he said about you in my presence.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Immo si audias quae dicta dixit me adversum tibi.

[¶162] CHRYSALUS:
What did he say?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid dixit?

[¶163] MNESILOCHUS:
That if you were to say that this sun was the sun,
he would believe it was the moon, and that that is the night which is now the day.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Si tu illum solem sibi solem esse diceres,
se illum lunam credere esse et noctem qui nunc est dies.

[¶164] CHRYSALUS:
By my troth, I’ll bamboozle the old chap right well this very day, so that he shan’t have said that for nothing.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Emungam hercle hominem probe hodie, ne id nequiquam dixerit.

[¶165] PISTOCLERUS:
Now, what would you have us do?
CHRYSALUS:
Why, nothing, except that I beg you’ll still love on. As for the rest, ask of me as much gold as you please; I’ll find it you. Of what use is it for me to have the name of Chrysalus, unless I give proofs by fact?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Nunc quid nos vis facere?
Chrysalvs:
Énim nil nisi ut ametis impero.
ceterum quantum lubet me poscitote aurum: ego dabo.
quid mihi refert Chrysalo esse nomen, nisi factis probo?

[¶166] But now, tell me, Mnesilochus, how much gold is requisite for you.

> Latin: sed nunc quantillum usust auri tibi, Mnesiloche? dic mihi.

[¶167] MNESILOCHUS:
There’s occasion for two hundred pieces at once, to pay the Captain for Bacchis.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Militi nummis ducentis iam usus est pro Bacchide.

[¶168] CHRYSALUS:
I’ll find it you.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Ego dabo.

[¶169] MNESILOCHUS:
Then we have need of some for current expenses.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Tum nobis opus est sumptu.

[¶170] CHRYSALUS:
Aye, aye, I wish us to do each thing deliberately; when I’ve accomplished the one, then I’ll set about the other. First, for the two hundred pieces, I shall direct my engine of war against the old gentleman.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Ah, placide volo
unum quidque agamus: hoc ubi egero, tum istuc agam.
de ducentis nummis primum intendam ballistam in senem;

[¶171] If with that engine I batter down the tower and the outworks, straight at the gate that instant I’ll attack the old town and the new one; if I take it, then carry to your friends the gold in baskets, just as your heart wishes.
PISTOCLERUS:
Our hearts are with you, Chrysalus.

> Latin: ea ballista si pervortam turrim et propugnacula,
recta porta invadam extemplo in oppidum anticum et vetus:
si id capso, geritote amicis vostris aurum corbibus,
sicut animus sperat.
Pistoclervs:
Apud test animus noster, Chrysale.

[¶172] CHRYSALUS:
Now, do you go in-doors to Bacchis, Pistoclerus, and quickly bring out—

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Nunc tu abi intro, Pistoclere, ad Bacchidem, atque ecfer cito

[¶173] PISTOCLERUS:
What?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quid?

[¶174] CHRYSALUS:
A pen, some wax, tablets, and some cord.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Stilum, ceram et tabellas, linum.

[¶175] PISTOCLERUS:
I’ll have them here this instant.
(Goes into the house.)

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Iam faxo hic erunt.—

[¶176] MNESILOCHUS:
What now are you about to do? Do tell me that.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quid nunc es facturus? id mihi dice.

[¶177] CHRYSALUS:
Let a breakfast be prepared; there will be you two, and your mistress will make a third with you.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Coctumst prandium?
vos duo eritis atque amica tua erit tecum tertia?

[¶178] MNESILOCHUS:
Just as you say.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Sicut dicis.

[¶179] CHRYSALUS:
Pistoclerus has no mistress?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Pistoclero nulla amica est?

[¶180] MNESILOCHUS:
O yes, she’s here; he’s in love with the one sister, I with the other, both of the name of Bacchis.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Immo adest.
alteram ille amat sororem, ego alteram, ambas Bacchides.

[¶181] CHRYSALUS:
What were you going to say?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid tu loquere?

[¶182] MNESILOCHUS:
This; how we are to manage.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Hoc, ut futuri sumus.

[¶183] CHRYSALUS:
Where are your couches laid out?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vbist biclinium
vobis stratum?

[¶184] MNESILOCHUS:
Why o you ask that?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Quid id exquaeris?

[¶185] CHRYSALUS:
So the matter stands; I wish to be informed. You know not what I am about to do, nor what a great exploit I shall attempt.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Res itast, dici volo.
nescis quid ego acturus sim nec facinus quantum exordiar.

[¶186] MINES.:
Give me your hand, and follow me close, to the door. Peep in.
(CHRYSALUS looks in at the door of the house of BACCHIS.)

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Cedo manum ac subsequere propius me ad fores. intro inspice.

[¶187] CHRYSALUS:
Hurra!’Tis a very pretty place, this, and exactly as I could wish it to be.
(Re-enter PISTOCLERUS, with pen and tablets.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Euax, nimis bellus átque ut esse maxume optabam locus.

[¶188] PISTOCLERUS:
The things that you ordered—what’s ordered for a good purpose is forthwith done by the obedient.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quae imperavisti. imperatum bene bonis factum ilicost.

[¶189] CHRYSALUS:
What have you brought?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid parasti?

[¶190] PISTOCLERUS:
Everything that you bade me bring.
CHRYSALUS: (to MNESILOCHUS.)

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quae parari tu iussisti ómnia.

[¶191] Do you take the pen at once, and these tablets.
MNESILOCHUS: (taking them.)
What then?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Cape stilum propere et tabellas tu has tibi.
Mnesilochvs:
Quid postea?

[¶192] CHRYSALUS:
Write there what I shall bid you; for I wish you to write for this reason,
that your father may know the hand when he reads it.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quod iubebo scribito istic. nam propterea ⟨te⟩ volo
scribere, ut pater cognoscat litteras quando legat.

[¶193] Write now.
MNESILOCHUS:
What shall I write?

> Latin: scribe.
Mnesilochvs:
Quid scribam?

[¶194] CHRYSALUS:
Health to your father, in your own language.
(MNESILOCHUS writes.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Salutem tuo patri verbis tuis.

[¶195] PISTOCLERUS:
Suppose he were to write “disease and death,” in preference, that would be much better.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Quid si potius morbum mortem scribat? id erit rectius.

[¶196] CHRYSALUS:
Don’t you interrupt us.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Ne interturba.

[¶197] MNESILOCHUS:
What you have ordered is now written on the wax.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Iam imperatum in cera inest.

[¶198] CHRYSALUS:
Tell me in what terms.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Dic quem ad modum.

[¶199] MNESILOCHUS:
“Mnesilochus sends health to his father.”

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
“Mnesilochus salutem dicit suo patri.”

[¶200] CHRYSALUS:
Write this, too, quickly:

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Adscribe hoc cito:

[¶201] “My father, Chrysalus is always and everywhere talking at me, and in no measured terms, because I gave you up the gold, and because I did not cheat you of it.”
(MNESILOCHUS writes.)

> Latin: “Chrysalus mihi usque quaque loquitur nec recte, pater,
quia tibi aurum reddidi et quía non te fraudaverim.”

[¶202] PISTOCLERUS:
Stop till he has written it.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Mane dum scribit.

[¶203] CHRYSALUS:
It befits the hand of a lover to be active.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Celerem oportet esse amatoris manum.

[¶204] PISTOCLERUS:
I’ faith, that hand is more active by far at lavishing than at writing.

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Atque † idem hercle em perdundum magis quam ad scribundumst cito.

[¶205] MNESILOCHUS:
Say on; that’s written down.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Loquere. hoc scriptumst.

[¶206] CHRYSALUS:
“Now, my dear father, do you henceforth be on your guard against him,”
“for he is forming knavish plans to deprive you of the gold, and has declared that he will have it beyond a doubt.” Write legibly.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
“Nunc, pater mi, proin tu ab eo ut caveas tibi,
sycophantias componit, aurum ut abs ted auferat;
et profecto se ablaturum dixit.” plane adscribito.

[¶207] MNESILOCHUS:
You only dictate.
(Writes.)

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Dic modo.

[¶208] CHRYSALUS:
“And he promises that he will give this gold to me, for me to give away to naughty women, and to consume it and live like a Greek in dens of infamy. But, father, do you take care that he does not impose on you this day; I entreat you, do beware.”

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
“Atque id pollicetur se daturum aurum mihi,
quod dem scortis quodque in lustris comedim congraecem, pater.
sed, pater, vide né tibi hodie verba det: quaeso cave.”

[¶209] MNESILOCHUS:
Only say on.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Loquere porro.

[¶210] CHRYSALUS:
Just write on, then.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Adscribe dum etiam.

[¶211] MNESILOCHUS:
Only say what I am to write
CHRYSALUS: (MNESILOCHUS writing.)

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Loquere quid scribam modo.

[¶212] “But, father, what you promised me I beg that you will remember, that you will not beat him, but keep him in chains at your house at home.” Do you give me the wax and cord forthwith. Come, fasten it, and seal it in an instant.
MNESILOCHUS: (sealing the tablets.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
“Sed, pater, quod promisisti mihi, te quaeso ut memineris,
ne illum verberes; verum apud te vinctum adservato domi.”
cedo tu ceram ac linum actutum. age obliga, obsigna cito.

[¶213] Prithee, what use is there in this writing after such a fashion,
that he is to give no credence to you, and to keep you in chains at home?

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Obsecro, quid istís ad istunc usust conscriptis modum,
ut tibi ne quid credat atque ut vinctum te adservet domi?

[¶214] CHRYSALUS:
Because it pleases me so. Can’t you possibly take care of your own self, and have no thought about me? In confidence in myself I undertook the task, and at my own peril do I carry on the matter.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quia mi ita lubet. potin ut cures te atque ut ne parcas mihi?
mea fiducia ópus conduxi et meo periclo rem gero.

[¶215] MNESILOCHUS:
You say what’s true.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Aequom dicis.

[¶216] CHRYSALUS:
Give me the tablets.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Cedo tabellas.

[¶217] MNESILOCHUS: (giving them.)
Take them.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Accipe.

[¶218] CHRYSALUS:
Give attention now; Mnesilochus, and you, Pistoclerus, do you take care that each of you goes at once and reclines on his couch
with his mistress; so ’tis requisite; and on that same spot where the couches are now laid, do you forthwith commence to carouse.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Animum advortite.
Mnesiloche et tu, Pistoclere, iam facite in biclinio
cum amica sua uterque accubitum eatis, ita negotiumst,
atque ibidem ubi nunc sunt lecti strati potetis cito.

[¶219] PISTOCLERUS:
Anything else?

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
Numquid aliud?

[¶220] CHRYSALUS:
This, and this especially: when you shall have once taken your places together, don’t you arise anyhow, until the signal shall be given by me.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Hoc, atque etiam: úbi erit accubitum semel,
ne quoquam exsurgatis, donec a me erit signum datum.

[¶221] PISTOCLERUS:
O skilful commander!

> Latin: Pistoclervs:
O imperatorem probum!

[¶222] CHRYSALUS:
You ought by this time to have taken your second draught.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Iam bis bibisse oportuit.

[¶223] MNESILOCHUS:
Capital; let’s go.

> Latin: Mnesilochvs:
Fugimus.—

[¶224] CHRYSALUS:
Do you take care of your duty, and I’ll do mine.
(MNESILOCHUS and PISTOCLERUS go into the house.) (CHRYSALUS, alone.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vos vostrum curate officium, ego efficiam meum.

[¶225] CHRYSALUS:
A tremendously great business am I undertaking, and I have my fears how in this one day I may accomplish it. But now I have occasion for the old blade to be fierce and savage at me. For it suits not this plan of mine
that the old fellow should be calm when he has beheld me in his presence. I’ll turn him about this day, finely, if I live. I’ll have him parched as well as ever pea was parched. I’ll walk before the door, that when he comes out, at once as he comes up, I may put the letters in his hand.
(Stands near the door of BACCHIS.) (Enter NICOBULUS, at a distance.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
insánum magnum molior negotium,
metuoque ut hodie possiem emolirier.
sed nunc truculento mi atque saevo usus senest;
nam non conducit húic sycophantiae
senem tranquillum ésse ubi me aspexerit.
versabo ego illum hodie, si vivo, probe.
tam frictum ego illum reddam quam frictum est cicer.
adambulabo ad ostium, ut, quando exeat,
extemplo advenienti ei tabellas dem in manum.

[¶226] NICOBULUS:
This is a matter of great vexation to me, that Chrysalus has thus escaped me this day.
CHRYSALUS: (aside.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Nimium illaec res est magnae dividiae mihi,
supterfugisse sic mihi hodie Chrysalum.

[¶227] I’m all right: the old fellow is in a passion. Now’s my time for me to accost my man.
NICOBULUS:
Who speaks hard by? (Looking round.) Why surely this is Chrysalus, I think.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Salvos sum, iratus est senex. nunc est mihi
adeundi ad hominem tempus.
Nicobvlvs:
Quis loquitur prope?
atque hic quidem, opinor, Chrysalust.

[¶228] CHRYSALUS: (aside.)
I’ll accost him.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Accessero.

[¶229] NICOBULUS:
My honest servant, hail to you. What’s doing now? How soon do I set sail for Ephesus, to bring back the gold home from Theotimus? What—silent? I swear by all the Gods, if I didn’t love my son so much as to wish everything done for him that he desires …
that your sides should be wealed now right well with rods, and that in irons at the mill you should be lingering out your life. I’ve learnt of Mnesilochus all your wicked pranks.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Bone serve, salve. quid fit? quam mox navigo
in Ephesum, ut aurum repetam ab Theotimo domum?
taces? per omnis deos adiuro, ut ni meum
gnatum tam amem atque ei facta cupiam quae is velit,
ut tua iam virgis latera lacerentur probe
ferratusque in pistrino aetatem conteras.
omnia rescivi scelera ex Mnesilocho tua.

[¶230] CHRYSALUS:
Has he accused me?’Tis very good; I am a bad one, I am a cursed one—a wicked one. Only reflect upon the matter. I’ll utter not one word.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Men criminatust? optimest: ego sum malus,
ego sum sacer, scelestus. specta rem modo;
ego verbum faciam ⟨nullum⟩.

[¶231] NICOBULUS:
What? Hangdog, do you even threaten me?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Etiam, carnufex,
minitare?

[¶232] CHRYSALUS:
You’ll find out before long what sort of man he is. He ordered me just now to carry this letter to you. He requested that that which is there written may be done.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Nosces tu illum actutum qualis sit.
nunc has tabellas ferre me iussit tibi.
orabat, quod istic esset scriptum ut fieret.

[¶233] NICOBULUS:
Give it me.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Cedo.

[¶234] CHRYSALUS:
Take notice of the seal.
(Gives him the tablets.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Nosce signum.

[¶235] NICOBULUS:
I know it. Where is he himself?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Novi. ubi ipse est?

[¶236] CHRYSALUS:
I don’t know.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Nescio.

[¶237] I ought to know nothing now; I’ve forgotten everything. I know that I’m a slave; I know not even that which I do know. (Aside.) Now from the springe this thrush is catching at the worm; he’ll be finely noosed this day, so well I’ve set the snare.

> Latin: nil iam me oportet scire. oblitus sum omnia.
scio me ésse servom. nescio etiam id quod scio.
nunc ab trasenna hic turdus lumbricum petit;
pendebit hodie pulcre, ita intendi tenus.

[¶238] NICOBULUS:
Stay here but a moment; I’ll return to you directly, Chrysalus.
(Goes into his house.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Mane dum parumper; iam exeo ad te, Chrysale.—

[¶239] CHRYSALUS:
How he does dissemble with me; how ignorant I am of the business he’s about. He has gone to fetch slaves from in-doors to bind me. The ship speeds prosperously on; finely, too, is this craft boarding it. But I’ll hold my tongue, for I hear the door opening.
(Re-enter NICOBULUS, with SLAVES carrying fetters.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vt verba mihi dat, ut nescio quam rem gerat.
servos arcessit intus qui me vinciant.
bene navis agitatur, pulcre haec confertur ratis.
sed conticiscam, nam audio aperiri fores.

[¶240] NICOBULUS:
Artamo, do you fasten the hands of that fellow this very instant.
(The SLAVES bind him.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Constringe tu illi, Artamo, actutum manus.

[¶241] CHRYSALUS:
What have I done?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid feci?

[¶242] NICOBULUS:
Pitch your fist into him if he mutters a word. (To CHRYSALUS, pointing at the tablets.) What does this letter say?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Impinge pugnum, si muttiverit.
quid hae locuntur litterae?

[¶243] CHRYSALUS:
Why do you ask me? As I received it from him, so I’ve brought it sealed to you.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid me rogas?
ut ab illo accepi, ad te obsignatas attuli.

[¶244] NICOBULUS:
Come now, you rascal, have you not shamefully abused my son in your talk, because he gave me up that gold,
and said that you would still take that gold away from me by some knavish trick?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Eho tu, … loquitatusne es gnato meo
male per sermonem, quia mi id aurum reddidit,
et te dixisti id aurum ablaturum tamen
per sycophantiam?

[¶245] CHRYSALUS:
Have I said so?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Egone istuc dixi?

[¶246] NICOBULUS:
You have.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ita.

[¶247] CHRYSALUS:
What person is there, who says that I’ve said so?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quis homost qui dicat me dixisse istuc?

[¶248] NICOBULUS:
Hold your tongue. No person says so; this letter which you have brought me accuses you. See,’tis this that requests you to be chained.
(Points to the open tablets.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Tace,
nullus homo dicit: hae tabellae te arguont,
quas tu attulisti. em hae te vinciri iubent.

[¶249] CHRYSALUS:
Ah! your son has been making a Bellerophon of me; I myself brought this letter, for the purpose that I might be bound. Be it so.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Aha, Bellorophontem tuos me fecit filius:
egomet tabellas tetuli ut vincirer. sine.

[¶250] NICOBULUS:
This I am doing for this reason, because you persuade my son to live like a Greek with you, you thrice-dotted villain.
CHRYSALUS: (aside.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Propterea hoc facio, ut suadeas gnato meo
ut pergraecetur tecum, tervenefice.

[¶251] O fool, fool, you know not that you are at this moment on sale;

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
O stulte, stulte, nescis nunc venire te;

[¶252] and that you are standing on the very stone as the auctioneer puts you up.
NICOBULUS: (overhearing him.)

> Latin: atque in eopse adstas lapide, ut praeco praedicat.

[¶253] Answer me; who is selling me?
CHRYSALUS:
He whom the Gods favour dies in youth, while he is in his health, has his senses and judgment sound. This person (pointing to NICOBULUS), if any God had favoured him, ought to have been dead more than ten years—aye, more than twenty years ago.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Responde: quis me vendit?
Chrysalvs:
Quem di diligunt
adulescens moritur, dum valet sentit sapit.
hunc si ullus deus amaret, plus annis decem,
plus iam viginti mortuom esse oportuit:

[¶254] ’Tis for long, he has walked, a nuisance, on the earth; so devoid is he of either judgment or sense. He is of as much value as a rotten mushroom is.

> Latin: terrai ódium ámbulat, iam nil sapit
nec sentit, tantist quantist fungus putidus.

[¶255] NICOBULUS:
Do you think that I am a nuisance to the earth? Away with him in-doors, and tie him tightly to the post. You shall never take away any gold from here.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Tun terrae me odium esse autumas? abducite hunc
intro atque adstringite ad columnam fortiter.
numquam auferes hinc aurum.

[¶256] CHRYSALUS:
No, but you’ll soon be giving it me.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Át qui iam dabis.

[¶257] NICOBULUS:
I, give it you?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Dabo?

[¶258] CHRYSALUS:
You’ll be entreating me, too, of your own accord to receive it, when you shall come to know this accuser of mine, in how great danger and in what a dreadful situation he is. Then will you be offering his liberty to Chrysalus; but I certainly shan’t accept it.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Atque orabis me quidem ultro ut auferam,
cum illum rescisces criminatorem meum
quanto in periclo et quanta in pernicie siet.
tum libertatem Chrysalo largibere;
ego adeo numquam accipiam.

## 3. Lines 825–1211

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/plautus-bacchides/3/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/plautus-bacchides/3/#p-N

[¶0] NICOBULUS:
Tell me, source of mischief,
tell me, in what danger is my son Mnesilochus.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Dic, scelerum caput,
dic, quo in periclo est meus Mnesilochus filius?

[¶1] CHRYSALUS:
Follow me this way; I’ll soon let you know.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Sequere hac me, faxo iam scies.

[¶2] NICOBULUS:
Where on earth shall I follow you?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quo gentium?

[¶3] CHRYSALUS:
Only three steps.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Tres unos passus.

[¶4] NICOBULUS:
Aye, ten even.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Vel decem.

[¶5] CHRYSALUS:
Come, then, Artamo, do you open you this door out a very little way; softly, don’t make it creak. (The door of the house of BACCHIS is opened.) That’s enough. Now, step you hither. (To NICOBULUS, who looks in.) Do you see the entertainment?
NICOBULUS: (still looking in.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Agedum tu, Artamo,
forem hanc pauxillum áperi; placide, ne crepa;
sat est. accede huc tu. viden convivium?

[¶6] I see Pistoclerus and Bacchis right opposite.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Video exadvorsum Pistoclerum et Bacchidem.

[¶7] CHRYSALUS:
Who are upon that other couch?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Qui sunt in lecto illo altero?

[¶8] NICOBULUS: (looking on the other side.)
Wretch that I am, I’m undone.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Interii miser.

[¶9] CHRYSALUS:
Do you recognize that person?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Novistine hominem?

[¶10] NICOBULUS:
I do recognize him.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Novi.

[¶11] CHRYSALUS:
Now tell me, if you please, does that woman seem of handsome appearance?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Dic sodes mihi,
bellan videtur specie mulier?

[¶12] NICOBULUS:
Very much so.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Admodum.

[¶13] CHRYSALUS:
Well, do you take her to be a courtesan?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid illám, meretricemne esse censes?

[¶14] NICOBULUS:
Why not?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quippini?

[¶15] CHRYSALUS:
You are mistaken.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Frustra es.

[¶16] NICOBULUS:
Who is she then, prithee?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quis igitur obsecrost?

[¶17] CHRYSALUS:
You’ll find out from me. indeed, you’ll get no more information to-day.
(Enter CLEOMACHUS, at a distance.)
CLEOMACHUS: (aloud.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Inveneris.
ex me quidem hodie numquam fies certior.

[¶18] Is this Mnesilochus, the son of Nicobulus, by force to detain my own mistress? What proceeding is this?

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Meamne híc Mnesilochus, Nicobuli filius,
per vim ut retineat mulierem? quae haec factiost?

[¶19] NICOBULUS:
Who’s this?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quis illést?

[¶20] CHRYSALUS: (aside.)
This Captain’s opportunely come for me.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Per tempus hic venit miles mihi.

[¶21] CLEOMACHUS:
He doesn’t consider that I am a soldier, but a woman, who cannot defend myself and mine. But may neither Bellona nor Mars ever put confidence in me, if I don’t put him out of life, if I meet him, or if I don’t make him lose possession of his existence.

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Non me arbitratur militem, sed mulierem,
qui me meosque non queam defendere.
nam neque Bellona mi umquam neque Mars creduat,
ni illum exanimalem faxo, si convenero,
nive exheredem fecero vitae suae.

[¶22] NICOBULUS:
Chrysalus, who’s this that’s threatening my son?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Chrysale, quis ille est qui minitatur filio?

[¶23] CHRYSALUS:
This is the husband of that woman with whom he is now reclining.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vir hic ést illius mulieris quacum accubat.

[¶24] NICOBULUS:
What! The husband?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid, vir?

[¶25] CHRYSALUS:
The husband, I say.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vir, inquam.

[¶26] NICOBULUS:
Prithee, is she married then?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Nuptanest illa, obsecro?

[¶27] CHRYSALUS:
You’ll know before very long.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Scies haúd multo post.

[¶28] NICOBULUS:
Wretch that I am; I’m utterly undone.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Oppido interii miser.

[¶29] CHRYSALUS:
How now? Does Chrysalus seem such a villain to you?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid nunc? scelestus tibi videtur Chrysalus?

[¶30] Come, chain me now, and do listen to your son. Didn’t I tell you that you would discover what sort of person he is?

> Latin: age nunc vincito me, auscultato filio.
dixin tibi ego illum invénturum te qualis sit?

[¶31] NICOBULUS:
What shall I do now?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid nunc ego faciam?

[¶32] CHRYSALUS:
Order me at once to be released, if you please; for, if I’m not released, he’ll just now be overpowering the young man in our presence.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Iube sis me exsolvi cito;
nam ní ego exsolvor, iam manufesto hominem opprimet.

[¶33] CLEOMACHUS:
There’s no gain that I should this day take so much delight in making,
as I should in falling upon him as he reclines with her, so that I might kill them both.
CHRYSALUS: (to NICOBULUS.)

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Nihil est lucri quod me hodie facere mavelim,
quam illum cubantem cum illa opprimere, ambo ut necem.

[¶34] Don’t you hear what he says Why don’t you order me to be released?
NICOBULUS: (to the SLAVES.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Audin quae loquitur? quin tu me exsolvi iubes?

[¶35] Unbind him. I’m ruined; wretch that I am! I’m in a dreadful fright.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Exsolvite istum. perii, pertimui miser.

[¶36] CLEOMACHUS:
Then I’d make her, who publicly puts up her person for sale, not to say that she has got a person for her to laugh at.
CHRYSALUS: (to NICOBULUS.)

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Tum illam, quae corpus publicat volgo suom,
faxo se haud dicat nactam quem derideat.

[¶37] You may make terms with him for a little money.
NICOBULUS:
Make terms, then, I beg, for what you like; so that he mayn’t, in our presence, fall upon the young man, or kill him outright.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Pacisci cum illo paulula pecunia
potes.
Nicobvlvs:
Pacisce ergo, obsecro, quid tibi lubet,
dum ne manifesto hominem opprimat neve enicet.

[¶38] CLEOMACHUS:
Unless the two hundred Philippeans are repaid to me at once, I’ll this instant swallow the lives of them both outright.
NICOBULUS: (to CHRYSALUS.)

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Nunc nisi ducenti Philippi redduntur mihi,
iam illorum ego animam amborum exsorbebo oppido.

[¶39] Make terms with him, if you can; prithee, do make haste; agree for any sum you like.
CHRYSALUS:
I’ll go, and do it carefully. (Goes up to CLEOMACHUS.) Why are you exclaiming so?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Em illuc pacisce, si potes; perge obsecro,
pacisce quid vis.
Chrysalvs:
Ibo et faciam sedulo.
quid clamas?

[¶40] CLEOMACHUS:
Where’s your master?

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Vbi erus tuos est?

[¶41] CHRYSALUS:
Nowhere; I don’t know. Do you wish the two hundred pieces to be promised you at once, so as to make no riot or disturbance here?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Nusquam. nescio.
vis tibi ducentos nummos iam promittier,
ut ne clamorem hic facias neu convicium?

[¶42] CLEOMACHUS:
There’s nothing that I would desire more.

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Nihil est quod malim.

[¶43] CHRYSALUS:
And that I may heap many a curse upon you?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Atque ut tibi mala multa ingeram?

[¶44] CLEOMACHUS:
Just as you please.
CHRYSALUS: (aside.)
How the villain does cringe.

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Tuo arbitratu.
Nicobvlvs:
Vt subblanditur carnufex.

[¶45] (To CLEOMACHUS.) This is the father of Mnesilochus: follow me; he shall promise it you. Do you ask for the gold. As to the rest, a word’s enough.
(They go up to NICOBULUS.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Pater hic Mnesilochi est; sequere, is promittet tibi.
tu aurum rogato; ceterum verbum sat est.

[¶46] NICOBULUS:
What has been done?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid fít?

[¶47] CHRYSALUS:
I’ve struck the bargain for two hundred Philippeans.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Ducentis Phílippis rem pepigi.

[¶48] NICOBULUS:
Well done! Goddess Salvation,
thou hast saved me. Well, how soon am I to say I’ll pay it?
CHRYSALUS: (to CLEOMACHUS.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ah, salus
mea, servavisti me. quam mox dico “dabo”?

[¶49] Do you ask it of him; and (to NICOBULUS) do you promise it him.
NICOBULUS:
I promise it. (To CLEOMACHUS.) Come, ask me.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Roga hunc tu, tu promitte huic.
Nicobvlvs:
Promitto, roga.

[¶50] CLEOMACHUS:
Will you give me two hundred golden Philippean pieces, lawful money?

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Ducentos nummos aureos Philippós probos
dabin?

[¶51] CHRYSALUS:
“They shall be given,” say: do answer him.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
“Dabuntur” inque. responde.

[¶52] NICOBULUS:
I’ll give them.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Dabo.

[¶53] CHRYSALUS:
Well, now, filthy fellow is there anything owing to you?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid nunc, impure? numquid debetur tibi?

[¶54] Why are you plaguing him? Why are you frightening him about death? Both I and he wish you every ill luck. If you have a sword, still we have a spit at home; with which, in fact, if you provoke me,
I’ll make you more full of holes than a rat’s skin when caught in a trap. I’ faith, for my part, some time since I found out what suspicion it was that tormented you; namely, that he was with that wife of yours.

> Latin: quid illí molestu'smolestus es? quid illum morte territas?
et ego te et ille mactámus infortunio.
si tibi est machaera, at nobis veruinast domi:
qua quidem te faciam, si tu me inritaveris,
confossiorem soricina nenia.
iam dudum hercle equidem sentio, suspicio
quae te sollicitet: eum esse cum illa muliere.

[¶55] CLEOMACHUS:
Yes; and so he is.

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Immo est quoque.

[¶56] CHRYSALUS:
So may Jupiter, Juno, Ceres, Minerva, Hope, Latona, Ops, Virtue, Venus, Castor, Pollux, Mars, Mercury, Hercules,
Summanus, the Sun, Saturn, and all the Deities, prosper me, he neither reclines with her, nor walks, nor kisses, nor does that which is wont to be reported.
NICOBULUS: (aside.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Ita me Iuppiter Iuno Ceres
Minerva † Latona Spes Opis Virtus Venus
Castor Polluces Mars Mercurius Hercules
Summanus Sol Saturnus dique omnes ament,
ut ille cum illa neque cubat neque ambulat
neque osculatur neque illud quod dici solet.

[¶57] How he does swear! He’s saving me, however, by his perjury.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Vt iurat! servat me ille suis periuriis.

[¶58] CLEOMACHUS:
Where then, at this moment, is Mnesilochus?

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Vbi nunc Mnesilochus ergost?

[¶59] CHRYSALUS:
His father has sent him into the country.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Rus misit pater.

[¶60] And she has gone hence to the citadel, to see the temple of Minerva. The door’s open now; go in, and see if he’s there.

> Latin: illa autem in arcem ábiit aedem visere
Minervae. nunc apertast. i, vise estne ibi.

[¶61] CLEOMACHUS:
I’ll be off to the Forum next.

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Abeo ad forum igitur.

[¶62] CHRYSALUS:
Or rather, by my troth, to very perdition.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vél hercle ín malam crucem.

[¶63] CLEOMACHUS:
Am I to demand this gold to-day?

> Latin: Cleomachvs:
Hodie exigam aurum hoc?

[¶64] CHRYSALUS:
Demand it, and go hang yourself; don’t you suppose, you worthless fellow, that we shall be entreating of you. (Exit CLEOMACHUS.)
He’s taken himself off. Permit me, master, I entreat you by the immortal Gods, to go in-doors here to your son.
(Pointing to the house of BACCHIS.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Exige, ac suspende te:
ne supplicare ⟨hunc⟩ censeas ⟨tibi⟩, nihili homo.—
ille est amotus. sine me (per te, ere, opsecro
deos immortales) ire huc intro ad filium.

[¶65] NICOBULUS:
But why go in there?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid eo intro ibis?

[¶66] CHRYSALUS:
That with many words I may rebuke him, since after this fashion he has been going on this way.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vt eum dictis plurumis
castigem, cum haec sic facta ad hunc faciat modum.

[¶67] NICOBULUS:
Well, I beg you will do so, Chrysalus; and I entreat you not to spare him in your talking to him.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Immo oro ut facias, Chrysale, et ted opsecro,
cave pársis in eum dicere.

[¶68] CHRYSALUS:
And do you instruct even myself? Isn’t it sufficient, if this day he shall hear from me more harsh things than ever Clinias heard from Demetrius?
(Goes into the house of BACCHIS.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Etiam me mones?
satin est si plura ex me audiet hodie mala,
quam audivit umquam Clinia ex Demetrio?—

[¶69] NICOBULUS:
This servant of mine is very like a running eye; if you have it not, you don’t wish for it or desire it;

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Lippi illic oculi servos est simillimus:
si non est, nolis esse neque desideres;

[¶70] if you have it, you can’t keep off from rubbing it. But if he hadn’t, by lucky chance, been here to-day, the Captain would have surprised Mnesilochus with his wife, and have killed him as an adulterer detected in the fact. Now, in a manner have I ransomed my son with the two hundred Philippeans
which I have promised to give to the Captain; which, however, I shall not rashly pay him down, before I have met with my son. By my troth, I’ll never rashly give credence in anything to Chrysalus. But I have a mind even once again to read over this letter;’tis right that when a letter is sealed we should give credence to it.
(Goes into his house.) (Enter CHRYSALUS from the house of BACCHIS.)
CHRYSALUS:
The two brothers, the sons of Atreus, are said to have done a most famous deed, when, with arms, and horses, and an army, and with chosen warriors, and with ships a thousand in number, after the tenth year, they subdued Pergamus, the native land of Priam, founded by hands divine. Not more decidedly did it fall by the engine of war, than I shall storm my master here,
without a fleet, and without an army and so great array of soldiers. I have won, I have taken by storm this gold from his father for my master’s son, in his amour. Now, before the old man comes here, I wish to lament until he does come out. O Troy! O my country! O Pergamus! O Priam! old man, you are undone, you, who’ll be wretchedly and shockingly choused out of four hundred golden Philippeans.

> Latin: si est, abstinere quin attingas non queas.
nam ni illic hodie forte fortuna hic foret,
miles Mnesilochum cum uxore opprimeret sua
atque obtruncaret moechum manufestarium.
nunc quasi ducentis Phílippis emi filium,
quos dare promisi militi: quos non dabo
temere etiam prius quam filium convenero.
numquam edepol quicquam temere credam Chrysalo;
verum lubet etiam mi has perlegere denuo:
aequomst tabellis consignatis credere.—
Chrysalvs:
Atrídae duo fratrés cluent fecísse facinus máxumum,
quom Priami patriam Pergamum divina moenitum manu
armis, equis, exercitu atque eximiis bellatoribus
mille cum numero navium decumo anno post subegerunt.
non pedibus termento fuit praeut égo erum expugnabo meum
sine classe sineque exercitu et tanto numero militum.
[cepi expugnavi amanti erili filio aurum ab suo patre.]
nunc prius quam húc senex venit, libet lámentari dum éxeat.
o Troia, o patria, o Pergamum, o Priame periisti senex,
qui misere male mulcabere quadringéntis Philippis aureis.

[¶71] For those tablets, sealed on the one side and on the other, they are not tablets, but the horse which the Greeks sent, of wood. Pistoclerus is the Epeus; from him were these received. Mnesilochus is the Simon left behind. Behold him! not in Achilles’ tomb, but on a couch he reclines: he has Bacchis with him; just as the other formerly had the fire with which to give the signal;
so now does she inflame himself. I am Ulysses, by whose advice they do these things. Then, the characters which there are written, are the soldiers in this horse, armed and of high courage. So even thus far has the matter prospered with me. This horse, too, will be making his attack, not on a citadel, but on a coffer A ruin, a destruction, a cleaner-out of the old man’s gold, will this horse prove this day.

> Latin: nam ego has tabellas obsignatas consignatas quas fero
non sunt tabellae, sed equos quem misere Achivi ligneum.
[Epiust Pistoclerus: ab eo haec sumptae; Mnesilochus Sino est]
[relictus, ellum non in busto Achilli, sed in lecto accubat;]
[Bacchidem habet secum: ille olim hábuit ignem qui signum daret,]
[hunc ipsum exurit; ego sum Vlixes, cuius consilio haec gerunt.]
tum quae hic sunt scriptae litterae, hoc in equo ínsunt milites
armati atque animati probe. ita res successit mi usque adhuc.
atque hic equos non in arcem, verum in arcam faciet impetum:
exitium excidium exlecebra fiet hic equos hodie auro senis.

[¶72] To this silly old man of ours, in fact, I give the name of Ilium; the Captain is Menelaüs; I, Agamemnon; I, too, am Ulysses, the son of Laërtes; Mnesilochus is Alexander, who will be the destruction of his father’s fortunes; he has borne off the Helen, on whose account I am now carrying on the siege of Ilium. For there I have heard say that Ulysses was both bold and full of mischief, just as I am.

> Latin: nostro seni huic stolido, ei profecto nomen facio ego Ilio;
miles Menelaust, ego Agamemno, ídem Vlixes Lartius,
Mnesilochust Alexander, qui erit exitio rei patriae suae;
is Helenam avexit, cuia causa nunc facio obsidium Ilio.
nam illi ítidem Vlixem audivi, ut ego sum, fuisse et audacem et malum:

[¶73] I have been detected in my tricks—he, discovered in a beggar’s guise, had almost perished, while he was spying out there the doings of the Trojans. Similarly has it happened to myself to-day. I have been bound, but by my devices I have redeemed myself; he, too, preserved himself by artifice. I have heard that there were three destinies attending Troy, which were fatal to it; if the statue should be lost from the citadel; whereas the second was the death of Troilus;

> Latin: ⟨ín⟩ dolis ego prénsus sum, ille mendícans paene invéntus interiit,
dum íbi exquirit fata Iliorum; adsímiliter mi hodie óptigit.
vínctus sum, sed dólis me exemi: item se ílle servavít dolis.
Ílio tria fuísse audivi fáta quae illi fórent exitio:
signum ex arce si periisset; alterum etiamst Troili mors;

[¶74] the third was when the upper lintel of the Phrygian gate should be demolished. Just so are there three fatalities for this Troy of ours, corresponding with those three; for, first of all, when, a short time since, as I told our old gentleman the lying story about his host, and the gold, and the bark, then, that instant, did I steal the statue from the citadel. And even then two fatalities were remaining, and no further had I taken this city.

> Latin: tertium, cum portae Phrygiae limen superum scinderetur:
paria item tria eis tribus sunt fata nostro huic Ilio.
nam dúdum primo ut díxeram nostró seni mendácium
et de hóspite et de auro ét de lembo, ibi sígnum ex arce iam abstuli.
iam dúo restabant fáta tunc, nec mágis id ceperam óppidum.

[¶75] Afterwards, when I carried the letter to the old man, then I killed my Troilus. When he supposed, just now, that Mnesilochus was with the Captain’s wife, from that, with difficulty, did I disengage myself. And that danger do I compare to what they say, how that Ulysses, recognized by Helen, was betrayed to Hecuba. But as, in olden time, by his coaxing arts, he liberated himself from her, and persuaded her to let him go,
so I, by my devices, have rescued myself from the danger, and have deceived the old man. Afterwards, I engaged with the blustering Captain, who, unarmed, takes cities with his words, and there I repulsed my man. Then I engaged in fight with the old gentleman; straightway by one lying device did I vanquish him; by one blow, in a moment, did I take the spoils away from him. He now will give the two hundred Philippean pieces to the Captain,
which he has promised that he will give. … Now, I have occasion for another two hundred, to be distributed when Ilium is taken, that there may be the usual draught of honeyed wine with which the soldiers may celebrate their triumph. But this Priam is far superior to him of old. Not fifty sons only has he, but four hundred, and all choice ones, without a blemish;

> Latin: post ubi tabellas ad senem detuli, ibi occidi Troilum,
cum censuit Mnesilochum cum uxore esse dudum militis.
[íbi vix me exsolvi: íd periclum adsímilo, Vlixem ut praédicant]
[cógnitum ab Helena esse proditum Hecubae; sed ut olim ille se]
[blanditiis exemit et persuasit sé ut amitteret,]
[ítem ego dolis me illo éxtuli e períclo et decepí senem.]
post cúm magnifico mílite, urbes vérbis qui inermús capit,
conflixi atque hominem reppuli; dein pugnam conserui seni:
eum ego ádeo uno mendácio devíci, uno ictu extémpulo
cépi spolia. is núnc ducentos númmos Philippos míliti,
quos dáre se promisít, dabit.
nunc álteris etiam ducentis usus est, qui dispensentur
Ílio capto, ut sit mulsum qui triumphent milites.
[sed Príamus hic multo illi praestat: non quinquaginta modo,]
[quadringéntos filios habet átque equidem omnis lectos sine probro:]

[¶76] all these this day will I cut off at two single blows. Now, if there were any purchaser for this Priam of ours, I would sell the old fellow in the lump, whom I have on sale the moment that J shall have taken the city. But, lo! I see our Priam standing before the door; I’ll go and speak to him.
(Enter NICOBULUS from his house.)

> Latin: [eos égo hodie omnis contruncabo duóbus solis ictibus.]
[nunc Príamo nostro si ést quis emptor, cómptionalém senem]
[vendam ego, venalem quem habeo, extemplo ubi oppidum expugnavero.]
sed Príamum adstantem eccum ánte portam vídeo. adibo atque adloquar.
Nicobvlvs:

[¶77] NICOBULUS:
Pray, whose voice is it that sounds near me?
CHRYSALUS:
O Nicobulus!

> Latin: Quóianam vox própe me sonat?
Chrysalvs:
O Nicobule.

[¶78] NICOBULUS:
What’s the matter?
CHRYSALUS:
O, capital!

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid fit?

[¶79] NICOBULUS:
Well, have you done aught of what I sent you upon?
CHRYSALUS:
What—ask you that? Step closer this way.

> Latin: quíd quod te misi, écquid egísti?
Chrysalvs:
Rógas? congredere.

[¶80] NICOBULUS: (coming nearer.)
Well, I do come closer.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Gradior.

[¶81] CHRYSALUS:
I am an excellent pleader. By rebuking him, and by whatever hard language I really was able to think of, I forced the fellow to tears.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Optumus sum oratór. ad lacrumas coégi hominem cástigando
maleque dictis, quae quidem quívi comminisci.

[¶82] NICOBULUS:
What did he say?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid ait?

[¶83] CHRYSALUS:
He uttered not a word: crying, he listened in silence to what I was saying; in silence he wrote down on his tablets; these sealed he gave to me;

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Verbum
nullum fecit: lacrumans tacitus auscultabat quae ego loquebar;
tacitus conscripsit tabellas, obsignatas mi has dedit.

[¶84] he bade me deliver them to you. (Gives him the tablets.) But I am afraid that they sing to the same tune that the former ones did. Observe the seal, is it his?
NICOBULUS:
I recognize it. I’d like to read them over.
(Goes to a distance.)

> Latin: tíbi me iussit dare, sed metuo, né idem cantent quod priores.
nosce signum. estne eius?
Nicobvlvs:
Novi. libet perlegere has.

[¶85] CHRYSALUS:
Read them through. (Aside.) Now is the upper lintel being cut down, now is the destruction of Troy near at hand. The wooden horse is shaking it right cleverly.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Perlege.
nunc súperum limen scínditur, nunc ádest exitium Ílio,
turbát equos lepide lígneus.

[¶86] NICOBULUS:
Chrysalus, just step here while I am reading these through.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Chrysále, ades, dum ego has pérlego.

[¶87] CHRYSALUS:
Prithee, what need is there for me to be near you?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid mé tibi adesse opus ést?

[¶88] NICOBULUS:
That you may know what’s written here.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Volo, [ut quod iubeo facias]
út scias quae hic scrípta sient.

[¶89] CHRYSALUS:
I don’t care, and I don’t wish to know.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Níl moror neque scíre volo.

[¶90] NICOBULUS:
Still, do come here.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Támen ades.

[¶91] CHRYSALUS:
What need is there?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quid opúst?

[¶92] NICOBULUS:
Hold your tongue.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Taceas:
quód iubeo id faciás.

[¶93] CHRYSALUS:
I’ll stay.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Adero.
Nicobvlvs:
Eúge litterás minutas.

[¶94] CHRYSALUS:
I won’t, I say.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Quí quidem videát parum;
vérum, qui satis vídeat, grandes sátis sunt.

[¶95] NICOBULUS:
But I will, I say.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Animum advórtito igitur.

[¶96] CHRYSALUS:
What need is there?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Nólo inquam.

[¶97] NICOBULUS:
Still do you only do that which I bid you.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
At volo ínquam.
Chrysalvs:
Quid opust?
Nicobvlvs:
Át enim id quod te iúbeo facias.

[¶98] CHRYSALUS:
I’ll come.’Tis right to do so; your own servant ought to be obedient at your command.
(Goes up to him.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Iústumst ⟨ut⟩ tuós tibi servos tuo árbitratu sérviat.

[¶99] NICOBULUS: (looking at the tablets.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Hoc áge sis nunciam.
Chrysalvs:
Vbi lubet, recita: aúrium operam tíbi dico.

[¶100] Heyday! he hasn’t been sparing of his wax or pen. But whatever it is, I’m resolved to read it through. Attend to me, please, this very instant.
CHRYSALUS:
When you choose, read on; I devote to you the attention of my ears.
NICOBULUS: (looking close.)
Bless me! the letters are small.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ceraé quidem haud parsit néque stilo;
sed quídquid est, pellégere certumst.
“Patér, ducentos Phílippos quaeso Chrýsalo
da, si esse salvom vis me aut vitalem tibi.”
malum quidem hercle magnum.

[¶101] CHRYSALUS:
To one, indeed, who cannot see well with his eyes but they are quite large enough for one who can see well.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Tibi dico.

[¶102] NICOBULUS:
Give your attention then.
(He reads.) “Father, I beseech you, do give two hundred Philippeans to Chrysalus, if you wish me to be safe or alive for you—”
CHRYSALUS:
By my troth, really a very great mistake,
I tell you.
NICOBULUS:
What’s the matter?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid est?

[¶103] CHRYSALUS:
He hasn’t first written the salutation to you.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Non prius salutem scripsit?

[¶104] NICOBULUS: (looking.)
I don’t see it anywhere.
CHRYSALUS:
Even from its very commencement the letter is an impertinent one.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Nusquam sentio.

[¶105] If you are wise, you’ll not give it; but at the best, if you give it him, why, let him find out some other porter for himself, if he is wise; for I won’t carry it if you order me ever so much. I’ve been quite enough suspected as it is, when I was guiltless of a fault.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Non dabis, si sapies; verum si das maxume,
ne ille alium gerulum quaerat, si sapiet, sibi:
nam ego non laturus sum, si iubeas maxume.
sat sic suspectus sum, cum careo noxia.

[¶106] NICOBULUS:
Listen on now, while I read through what’s written.
(Reading.) “I am ashamed, father, to appear before you in your presence; such disgraceful conduct of mine have I heard that you are aware of, that I have formed an intercourse with the wife of a strange Captain.”

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ausculta porro, dum hoc quod scriptumst perlego.
Chrysalvs:
Inde a principio iam inpudens epistula est.
Nicobvlvs:
“Pudet prodire me ad te in conspectum, pater:
tantum flagitium te scire audivi meum,
quod cum peregrini cubui uxore militis.”

[¶107] By my troth, you are not joking there; for I have saved your life from the consequences of this foul deed with two hundred golden Philippeans.

> Latin: pol haud derides; nam ducentis aureis
Philippís redemi vitam ex flagitio tuam.

[¶108] CHRYSALUS:
There’s not a particle of these things but what I’ve told him.
NICOBULUS: (reading.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Nihil est illorum quin ego illi dixerim.

[¶109] “I confess that I have acted foolishly. But I beseech you, father, do not forsake me, if, in my folly, I have transgressed.”

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
“Stulte fecisse fateor. sed quaeso, pater,
ne me, in stultitia si deliqui, deseras.

[¶110] “Of fierce desires, and eyes uncontrolled, have I been; I have been urged on to do a deed of which I am now ashamed.” It were proper, then, that you should have taken heed before you were ashamed.

> Latin: ego animo cupido atque oculis indomitis fui;
persuasumst facere quoius me nunc facti pudet.”
prius té cavisse ergo quám pudere aequom fuit.

[¶111] CHRYSALUS:
All these very same words did I say to him only just now.
NICOBULUS: (reading.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Eadem istaec verba dudum illi dixi omnia.

[¶112] “I beseech you, father, to consider that it is enough that Chrysalus”
“has reproached me with many cutting words, and by his advice has made me a better man, so that ’tis right that you should return him sincere thanks.”

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
“Quaeso ut sat habeas id, pater, quod Chrysalus
me obiurigavit plurumis verbis malis,
et me meliorem fecit praeceptis suis,
ut te ei habere gratiam aequom sit bonam.”

[¶113] CHRYSALUS:
Is that written there?

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Estne istuc istic scriptum?

[¶114] NICOBULUS:
Look and see, then you’ll know.
(Shows him the letter.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Em specta, tum scies.

[¶115] CHRYSALUS:
He that has so offended, how humble to all he is, and of his own accord.
NICOBULUS: (reading.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Vt qui deliquit supplex est ultro omnibus.

[¶116] “Now, father, if even yet I may be allowed to ask anything of you, do give me two hundred Philippean pieces, I do entreat you.”

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
“Nunc si me fas est obsecrare abs te, pater,
da mihi ducentos nummos Philippos, te obsecro.”

[¶117] CHRYSALUS:
By my troth, now, not one even, if you are wise.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Ne unum quidem hercle, si sapis.

[¶118] NICOBULUS:
Let me read on. (Reading.) “In set form I have taken an oath that I would give this to the woman this day before nightfall,”
“ere she leaves me. Now, father, have a care that I be not forsworn, and take me hence away from her as soon as you can, on whose account I have incurred so much loss and guilt. Take care and let not the two hundred pieces be a cause of annoyance to you; I will repay you innumerable times as much, if I live.”

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Sine perlegam.
“ego ius iurandum verbis conceptis dedi,
daturum id me hodie mulieri ante vesperum,
prius quam á me abiret. nunc, pater, ne perierem
cura atque abduce me hinc ab hac quantum potest,
quam propter tantum damni feci et flagiti.
cave tíbi ducenti nummi dividiae fuant;
sescenta tanta reddam, si vivo, tibi.

[¶119] “Farewell, and do attend to these matters.” Now, Chrysalus, what do you think?

> Latin: vale atque haec cura”. quid nunc censes, Chrysale?

[¶120] CHRYSALUS:
I won’t give you one bit of advice this day, and I won’t run the risk, that if any mistake is made, you should say that you had done it by my counsel. But, as I conceive, if I were in your place,
I would rather give the gold than suffer him to be corrupted. There is a twofold choice consider which you would adopt; either to lose the gold, or for a lover to be forsworn. I neither order you, nor forbid you, nor do I persuade you.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Nihil ego tibi hodie consili quicquam dabo,
neque ego haud committam ut, si quid peccatum siet,
fecisse dicas de mea sententia.
verum, ut ego opinor, sí ego in istoc sim loco,
dem potius aurum quam illum corrumpi sinam.
duae condiciones sunt: utram tu áccipias vide:
vel ut aurum perdas vel ut amator perieret.
ego neque te iubeo neque veto, neque suadeo.

[¶121] NICOBULUS:
I’m sorry for him.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Miseret me illius.

[¶122] CHRYSALUS:
You don’t do anything surprising—he is your son.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Tuos est, non mirum facis.

[¶123] If still more must be lost,’tis better for it to go, than for this disgrace to be everywhere proclaimed.

> Latin: si plus perdundum sit, periisse suaviust,
quam illud flagitium volgo dispalescere.

[¶124] NICOBULUS:
By my troth, I certainly had much rather he had been at Ephesus, so long as he was well, than that he had returned home. But why don’t I hasten to get rid of that which is doomed to be squandered away?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ne ille edepol Ephesi multo mavellem foret,
dum salvos esset, quam revenisset domum.
quid ego istic? quod perdundumst properem perdere.

[¶125] I’ll bring you just now from in-doors twice two hundred Philippeans, both those which, a little time since, to my sorrow, I promised to the Captain, and these others. Wait there; I’ll be out to you, Chrysalus, this instant.
(Goes into his house.)
CHRYSALUS:
Troy is laid waste, the chiefs have razed Pergamus. I knew some time ago that I should be the ruin of Pergamus.

> Latin: binos ducentos Philippos iam intus ecferam,
et militi quos dudum promisi miser
et istos. mane istic, iam exeo ad te, Chrysale.—
Chrysalvs:
Fit vasta Troia, scindunt proceres Pergamum.
scivi ego iam dudum fore me exitio Pergamo.

[¶126] I’ faith I wouldn’t dare make a bet with him who should say that I was deserving of severe torture; so great confusion am I making. But the door makes a noise; the plunder’s being brought forth from Troy. For the present I’ll hold my tongue.
(with the money in two bays.)

> Latin: edepol qui me esse dicat cruciatu malo
dignum, ne ego cum íllo pignus haud ausim dare;
tantas turbellas facio. sed crepuit foris:
ecfertur praeda ex Troia. taceam nunciam.

[¶127] NICOBULUS:
Take you this gold, Chrysalus; go, carry it to my son.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Cape hoc tibi aurum, Chrysale, i, fer filio.

[¶128] But I’ll go hence to the market-place to pay this to the Captain.

> Latin: ego ad forum autem hinc ibo, ut solvam militi.

[¶129] CHRYSALUS:
For my part, I’ll not receive it; do you seek somebody at once to take it. I won’t have it entrusted to me.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Non equidem accipiam. proin tu quaeras qui ferat.
nolo ego mihi credi.

[¶130] NICOBULUS:
But do take it; you’re worrying me now.
(Holds it to him.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Cape vero, odiose facis.

[¶131] CHRYSALUS:
For my part, I’ll not take it.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Non equidem capiam.

[¶132] NICOBULUS:
But, prithee do.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
At quaeso.

[¶133] CHRYSALUS:
I am telling you what is the fact.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Dico ut res se habet.

[¶134] NICOBULUS:
You are delaying me.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Morare.

[¶135] CHRYSALUS:
I don’t want, I say, the gold to be entrusted to me. At all events, find some person to keep a watch upon me.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Nolo, inquam, aurum concredi mihi.
vel da aliquem qui servet me.

[¶136] NICOBULUS:
You’re plaguing me.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ohe, odiose facis.

[¶137] CHRYSALUS:
Well, give it me, if it must be so.
(Holds out his hand.)

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Cedo, sí necesse est.

[¶138] NICOBULUS: (gives him the money.)
Take care of it. I’ll be back here just now.
(Exit.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Cura hoc. iam égo huc revenero.—

[¶139] CHRYSALUS:
I’ve taken care—that you shall be a most wretched old fellow; this is bringing an undertaking to a fair ending; even as it has proved my lot to go rejoicing, laden with the spoil.

> Latin: Chrysalvs:
Curatum est—esse te senem miserrumum.
hoc est incepta efficere pulcre: bellule
mi evenit, ut ovans praeda onustus incederem;

[¶140] With safety to myself, and the city taken by stratagem, I now bring home my whole army unhurt. But, Spectators, don’t you now be surprised that I don’t go in triumph;’tis such a common thing, I don’t care for it. Still however, the soldiers shall be received with the usual honeyed wine.

> Latin: salute nostra atque urbe capta per dolum
domum reduco íntegrum omnem exercitum.
sed, spectatores, vos nunc ne miremini
quod non triumpho: pervolgatum est, nil moror;
verum tamen accipientur mulso milites.

[¶141] Now I’ll carry off all this booty at once to the Quaestor.
(Goes into the house of BACCHIS.)
PHILOXENUS: (Enter PHILOXENUS.)
The more I revolve it in my breast, what disturbances my son has raised, into what a course of life, and into what habits he unwittingly has headlong plunged himself, the greater is my concern, and the more do I dread lest he may be ruined or corrupted. I know it; I once was of the same age, and I did all these things; but in a quiet way.

> Latin: nunc hanc praedam omnem iam ad quaestorem deferam.—
Philoxenvs:
Quam mágis in pectore meó foveo quas méus filius turbás turbet,
quam se ád vitam et quos ád mores praecípitem inscitus capéssat,
magis cúrae est magisque adfórmido, ne is péreat neu corrúmpatur.
scio, fúi ego illa aetate ét feci illa omnía, sed more modésto;

[¶142] I was gay, I had my mistress, I drank, I feasted, I made presents, but still it was seldom I did so. The methods, too, please me not which I see parents in general employ towards their sons. I have determined to give some latitude to my son, that he may have some scope for his inclinations. I think that’s right; but still, I don’t wish him to give way too much to sloth and wantonness. Now I’m going to Mnesilochus,
to see whether, as I requested, by his endeavours he has turned him for me to virtue and to sobriety; as, indeed, I am sure he has done if he has met him, of such a disposition is he by nature.
(Exit.) (Enter NICOBULUS, wringing his hands.)

> Latin: neque plácitant mores quíbus video volgo ⟨ín⟩ gnatos essé parentes:
[duxi, hábui scortum, pótavi, dedi, donavi, sed enim íd raro.]
ego dáre me meo gnato ínstitui, ut animo óbsequium sumére possit;
aequom ésse puto, sed nimis nolo desídiae ei dare lúdum.
nunc Mnésilochum, quod mándavi,
viso écquid eum ad virtútem aut ad
frugem ópera sua compúlerit, sic
ut eúm, si convenít, scio fe- cisse: eóst ingenio nátus.

[¶143] NICOBULUS:
Whoever there are in any place whatsoever, whoever have been, and whoever shall be, in time to come, fools, blockheads, idiots, dolts, sots, oafs, lubbers, I singly by far exceed them all in folly and absurd ways.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quicúmque ubi ubi sunt, quí fuerunt quiqué futuri sunt pósthac
stultí, stolidi, fatuí, fungi, bardí, blenni, buccónes,
solús ego omnis longe ántideo stultítia et moribus índoctis.

[¶144] I’m undone. I’m ashamed of myself; that I at this time of life should disgracefully have been twice made a fool of! The more I think of this confusion which my son has made, the more am I incensed. I’m ruined, and I’m utterly destroyed; I’m distracted in every possible way. All plagues harass me, by all modes of death do I perish. This day has Chrysalus rent me in pieces; Chrysalus has plundered wretched me;

> Latin: perií, pudet: hocine me aétatis ludós bis factum esse índigne?
magis quam íd reputo, tam mágis uror quae méus filius turbávit.
perdítus sum atque eradícatus sum, omníbus exemplis éxcrucior.
omnía me mala conséctantur, omníbus exitiis ínterii.
Chrysálus med hodie láceravit, Chrysálus me miserum spóliavit:

[¶145] he, the villain, by his clever tricks, has shaved, to the very quick, simple me, just as he has pleased. For the Captain says that she is a Courtezan, whom that fellow said was his wife; and he has informed me of everything, as each particular happened; how that she had been hired by him for this year; how that that much gold was left to be repaid, which I, most simple man, had promised him.’Tis this, this, I say, through which my breast boils with indignation;’tis this, in fine, by which I am distracted;
that I, at my time of life, should be made a fool of, aye, by Heaven, so made a very sport of, and with my hoary head and white beard, that wretched I should be bamboozled out of my gold. Undone am I, inasmuch as this slave of mine has dared in this way to set not the value of a nutshell upon me. And I—if any other way I had lost a greater sum—I should have taken it less amiss, and have deemed it less of a loss to me.
(Enter PHILOXENUS.)
PHILOXENUS: (as he enters.)

> Latin: is mé scelus auro usque áttondit dolis dóctis indoctum, út lubitumst.
ita míles memorat méretricem esse eam quam ílle uxorem esse áiebat,
omníaque ut quidque actum est memoravit, eam síbi hunc annúm condúctam,
relicúom id auri factúm quod ego ei stultíssimus homo promísissem: hoc,
hoc ést quo ⟨cor⟩ peracéscit; hoc ést demum quod pércrucior,
me hoc aétatis ludíficari, [immo edepol sic ludos factum]
canó capite atque albá barba miserúm me auro esse emúnctum.
perii, hóc servom meum nón nauci facere ésse ausum! atque ego, si álibi
plus pérdiderim, minus aégre habeam minusque íd mihi damno dúcam.

[¶146] For sure, some person, I know not who, seems to be talking near to me. But who’s this I see?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Certo híc prope me mihi néscio quis loqui vísust; sed quem vídeo?

[¶147] Really,’tis the father of Mnesilochus.
NICOBULUS:
Hah! I see a partner in affliction. Save you, Philoxenus!

> Latin: hic quidémst pater Mnesilochi.
Nicobvlvs:
Eúge, socium aerúmnae et mei mali vídeo.
Philoxéne, salve.

[¶148] PHILOXENUS:
And you; whence are you betaking yourself?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Et tu. unde ágis?

[¶149] NICOBULUS:
From a place whence comes a wretched and a luckless mortal.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Vnde homo miser átque infortunátus.

[¶150] PHILOXENUS:
Why, troth, I’m surely on the earth, the spot where it befits a wretched and a luckless mortal to be.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
At pól ego ibi sum, esse ubi míserum hominem decet átque infortunátum.

[¶151] NICOBULUS:
We now, as we are of like age, are meeting with similar fortunes.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Igitúr pari fortuna, aétate ut sumus, útimur.

[¶152] PHILOXENUS:
So it is. But as to yourself, what’s the matter with you?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Sic est. séd tu,
quíd tibist?

[¶153] NICOBULUS:
I’ faith, mine’s the same mishap as your own.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Pól mihi par, idem est quód tibi.

[¶154] PHILOXENUS:
Does this misfortune in any way relate to your son?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Númquid nam ad fílium haec aégritudo áttinet?

[¶155] NICOBULUS:
Such is the fact.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ádmodum.

[¶156] PHILOXENUS:
The same disease exists in my own breast.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Idém mihi mórbus in péctorest.

[¶157] NICOBULUS:
Aye, and that very worthy fellow, Chrysalus, has been ruining my son, myself, and all my fortunes.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Át mihi Chrýsalus óptumus homo
pérdidit fílium, me átque rem omném meam.

[¶158] PHILOXENUS:
Pray now, what is this mishap of yours about your son?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Quíd tibi ex fílio nam, óbsecro, aegrést?

[¶159] NICOBULUS:
You shall know:

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Scies:

[¶160] together with your own son he’s undone; both of them are keeping mistresses alike.

> Latin: íd, perit cúm tuo: ambo aéque amicás habent.

[¶161] PHILOXENUS:
How do you know?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Qui scís?

[¶162] NICOBULUS:
I have seen them.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Vidi

[¶163] PHILOXENUS:
Ah! wretch that I am! I’m ruined outright.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Eí mihi, dísperii.

[¶164] NICOBULUS:
Why do we hesitate a moment to knock and to call them both hither out of doors.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quíd dubitamus púltare atque huc évocare ambós foras?

[¶165] PHILOXENUS:
I don’t object.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Haud moror.

[¶166] NICOBULUS: (knocks at the door of the house of BACCHIS.)
Hallo there! Bacchis! Bid the door to be opened this instant, if you please, unless you had rather the door and the posts be knocked to bits with hatchets.
(Enter FIRST BACCHIS and SECOND BACCHIS from the house.)

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Heus Bacchis, iube sis actutum aperiri fores,
nisi mavoltis fores et postes comminui securibus.

[¶167] 1st BACCHIS:
Who is it that calls out my name with such a noise and tumult, and is knocking so hard at the door?

> Latin: Bacchis:
Quis sónitu ac tumúltu tantó nominát me atque púltat aedes?

[¶168] NICOBULUS:
I and this person here.
(Pointing to PHILOXENUS.)
1st BACCHIS:
Pray, what’s the matter now? Who has been driving these sheep to us?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ego átque hic.
Bacchis:
Quid hóc est negóti nam, amábo?
quis hás huc ovís adegit?

[¶169] NICOBULUS:
These most shocking hussies call us sheep.
2nd BACCHIS:
Their shepherd’s asleep, as they come straying thus from the flock.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ovís nos vocánt pessumaé.
Soror:
Pastor hárum
dormít, quom haec eunt síc a pecú balitántes.

[¶170] 1st BACCHIS:
But, i’ faith, they are not white; they both look dirty.

> Latin: Bacchis:
At pól nitent, haud sórdidae vidéntur ambae.

[¶171] 2nd BACCHIS:
Because they have both been shorn just now.
PHILOXENUS:
How they seem to be laughing at us.

> Latin: Soror:
Attonsae haé quidem ámbae usque súnt.
Philoxenvs:
Vt vidéntur
derídere nós.

[¶172] NICOBULUS:
Let them, just as long as they please.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Sine suo úsque arbitrátu.

[¶173] 1st BACCHIS:
Don’t you think that these sheep are shorn three times a year?

> Latin: Bacchis:
Rerín ter in annó tu has tónsitari?

[¶174] 2nd BACCHIS:
I’ faith, to-day one of them has been already shorn twice, that’s sure.

> Latin: Soror:
Pol hódie altera iám bis detónsa certo est.

[¶175] 1st BACCHIS:
They are old and fleeceless, both of them.
2nd BACCHIS:
But I think they have been in good plight once.

> Latin: Bacchis:
Vetulaé sunt, † thimiame.
Soror:
At bonás fuisse crédo.

[¶176] 1st BACCHIS:
Prithee, do you see how they are looking with a sheep’s eye at us?

> Latin: Bacchis:
Vidén limulís, obsecró, ut intuéntur?

[¶177] 2nd BACCHIS:
By my troth, I really do believe they are without any ill design.

> Latin: Soror:
Ecástor sine ómni arbitrór malitia ésse.

[¶178] PHILOXENUS:
This happens to us deservedly, for having come here.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Merito hóc nobis fít, qui quidem húc venerímus.

[¶179] 1st BACCHIS:
Well, let them be driven in-doors to fold.
2nd BACCHIS:
I don’t know what occasion there is for that, as they have neither milk nor wool. Let them stand as they are.

> Latin: Bacchis:
Cogántur quidem íntro.
Soror:
Haud sció quid eo opús sit,
quae néc lac nec lánam ullam habént. sic sine ástent.

[¶180] Of whatever value they have been, they are now out of date; all their fruit has fallen off them by this. Don’t you see, how, straying unattended, they are ranging about at liberty? Why, I fancy that they must be dumb with age; they don’t bleat even, though they are absent from the rest of the flock.

> Latin: exsólvere quánti fuére, omnis frúctus
iam illís decidít. non vidés, ut palántes
solaé liberaé
grasséntur? quin aetate crédo esse mútas:
ne bálant quidém, quom a pecú cetero ábsunt.

[¶181] They seem both silly and worthless.

> Latin: stultae átque haud malaé videntur.

[¶182] 1st BACCHIS:
Let’s return in-doors, sister.
NICOBULUS:
Stay where you are, both of you; these sheep want you.

> Latin: Soror:
Revórtamur íntro, sorór.
Nicobvlvs:
Ilico ámbae
manéte: haec ovés volunt vos.

[¶183] 2nd BACCHIS:
Why, surely this is a prodigy; sheep are addressing us with a human voice.

> Latin: Soror:
Pródigium hoc quidémst: humana nós voce appellánt oves.

[¶184] PHILOXENUS:
These sheep will return you the heavy and great injury which they owe to you.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Haec oves vobis malam rem magnam, quam debent, dabunt.

[¶185] 1st BACCHIS:
If you owe me aught, I forgive it you; keep it to yourself; I’ll never demand it of you. But what is the reason that you are threatening mischief to us?

> Latin: Bacchis:
Si quam debes, te condono: tibi habe, numquam abs te petam.
sed quid est quapropter nobis vos malum minitamini?

[¶186] PHILOXENUS:
Because they say that our two lambs are shut up here.
(Pointing to the house.)

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Quia nostros agnos conclusos istic esse aiunt duos.

[¶187] NICOBULUS:
And besides those lambs, my dog is there concealed that bites. If they are not now produced to us and sent out of the house, we shall be furious rams; we shall attack you forthwith.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Et praeter eos agnos meus est istic clam mordax canis:
qui nisi nobis producuntur iam atque emittuntur foras,
arietes truces nos erimus, iam in vos incursabimus.

[¶188] 1st BACCHIS:
Sister, I have something to say to you in private.
2nd BACCHIS:
How now, prithee?
(They go apart.)
NICOBULUS:
Whither are they going?

> Latin: Bacchis:
Soror, ést quod te volo sécreto.
Soror:
Eho, amábo.
Nicobvlvs:
Quo illaec ábeunt?

[¶189] FIRST BACCHIS:
Sister, I give to you that old fellow that’s farthest off, that you may have him cleverly smoothed down; I’ll now attack this other one that’s angry; if we can only entice them here indoors.

> Latin: Bacchis:
Senem illúm tibi dedo ultériorem, lepide út lenitum réddas;
ego ad húnc iratum adgrédiar, ⟨si⟩ possúmus nos hos intro ínlicere huc.

[¶190] 2nd BACCHIS:
I’ll manage my task with cleverness, although ’tis to caress an old skeleton.

> Latin: Soror:
Meum pénsum ego lepide accúrabo, quamquam ódiost mortem ampléxari.

[¶191] 1st BACCHIS:
Take care and do your best.
2nd BACCHIS:
Be quiet; do you do yours; I’ll manage what I have said.

> Latin: Bacchis:
Facito út facias.
Soror:
Taceás. tu tuom facito: égo quod dixi haud mútabo.

[¶192] NICOBULUS:
Why are these two women holding a council here in private?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid illaéc illic in cónsilio duae sécreto consúltant?

[¶193] PHILOXENUS:
What say you, my good fellow—?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Quid aís tu, homo?

[¶194] NICOBULUS:
What would you with me?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid mé vis?

[¶195] PHILOXENUS:
I really am ashamed to tell you a certain thing.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Pudet dícere me tibi quíddam.

[¶196] NICOBULUS:
What is it that you’re ashamed about?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid est quód pudeat?

[¶197] PHILOXENUS:
Still, as you are a person, a friend of mine, I’m determined to entrust you with what I could wish. (Whispers.) I’m good for nought.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Sed amíco homini tibi quód volo credere cértumst.
nihilí sum.

[¶198] NICOBULUS:
I’ve known that this long time; but tell me why you’re good for nought?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Istuc iam prídem scio. sed quí nihili es? id mémora.

[¶199] PHILOXENUS:
I’ve been terribly touched with birdlime: troth, my heart is pierced by the goad.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Tactús sum vehementér visco;
cor stímulo foditur.

[¶200] NICOBULUS:
I’ faith,’twere much better if your flanks were goaded, you worthless fellow.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Pól tibi multo aequíus est coxendícem.

[¶201] But what is it? Although I suspect that I myself pretty well know already what it is; still, I should even like to hear it from yourself.
PHILOXENUS:
Do you see that woman?
(Pointing to the SECOND BACCHIS.)

> Latin: sed quíd istuc est? etsí iam ego ipsus quid sít probe scire putó me;
verum aúdire etiam ex té studeo.
Philoxenvs:
Viden hánc?

[¶202] NICOBULUS:
I see her.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Video.

[¶203] PHILOXENUS:
She’s not an uncomely person.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Haud mala est múlier.

[¶204] NICOBULUS:
Troth, but she is decidedly uncomely; and you are a good-for-nothing fellow.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Pol véro ista mala et tú nihili.

[¶205] PHILOXENUS:
Why more? I’m in love.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Quid múlta? ego amo.

[¶206] NICOBULUS:
You, in love?
PHILOXENUS:’Pon honor.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
An amas?
Philoxenvs:
ναὶ γάρ.

[¶207] NICOBULUS:
And do you, you rotten creature, presume to become a lover at your time of life?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Tun, hómo putide, amatór istac fieri aétate audes?

[¶208] PHILOXENUS:
Why not?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Quí non?

[¶209] NICOBULUS:
Because it’s a disgrace.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quia flágitium est.

[¶210] PHILOXENUS:
What need of words? I am not vexed with my son, nor yet is it right you should be vexed with yours: if they are in love, they do wisely.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Quid opúst verbis? meo fílio non sum irátus,
neque té tuost aequom esse íratum: si amánt, sapienter fáciunt.

[¶211] 1st BACCHIS:
… Follow me this way.
(They approach the old men.)
NICOBULUS:
See, they are moving at last, these allurers and enticers to disgrace. (To the women.) How now? Do you this instant restore us our sons and my servant, or am I to try rougher means with you?

> Latin: Bacchis:
Sequere hác.
Nicobvlvs:
Eunt eccas tándem
probri pérlecebrae et persuástrices. quid núnc? etiam reddítis nobis
filiós et servom? an ego éxperior tecúm vim maiorem?

[¶212] PHILOXENUS:
Won’t you away with you? You surely are not a man, to address a pretty woman so rudely in that fashion.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Ábin hinc?
non hómo tu quidem es, qui istóc pacto tam lépidam inlepide appélles.

[¶213] 1st BACCHIS:
Most worthy old gentleman, by whatsoever is upon the earth, let me entreat this of you, that you will cease to attack this error with such great vehemence.

> Latin: Bacchis:
Senex óptime quantumst ín terra, sine ⟨me⟩ hóc exorare ábs te,
ut istúc delictum désistas tanto ópere ire oppugnátum.

[¶214] NICOBULUS:
If you don’t away with you, although you are so handsome, I’ll be doing you some great mischief just now.
1st BACCHIS:
I shall endure it; I don’t apprehend that any blow that you can give, will cause me any pain.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ni abeás, quamquam tu bélla es, malum tíbi magnum dabo iám.
Bacchis:
Patiar,
non métuo, ne quid míhi doleat quod férias.

[¶215] NICOBULUS:
How smooth of speech she is. O me! I am in alarm.
1st BACCHIS: (aside.)
He’s more calm already.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Vt blandíloquast!
ei míhi, metuo.
Soror:
Hic magis tránquillust.

[¶216] (Aloud.) Step this way with me in-doors; and there, if you choose, correct your son.
(Takes his arm.)

> Latin: Bacchis:
I hac mécum intro atque ibi, sí quid vis, filiúm concastigáto.

[¶217] NICOBULUS:
Avaunt from me, abomination!
(Shakes her off.)
1st BACCHIS:
Do, my love, let me prevail upon you.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Abin á me, scelus?
Bacchis:
Sine, méa pietas, te exorem.

[¶218] NICOBULUS:
You, prevail upon me?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Exores tú me?

[¶219] 2nd BACCHIS:
For sure, I shall prevail, at all events, upon this gentleman.
(Pointing to PHILOXENUS.)
PHILOXENUS:
Yes, I beg of you to show me in-doors.

> Latin: Soror:
Ego quídem ab hoc certe exórabo.
Philoxenvs:
Immo ego te óro, ut me intro abdúcas.

[¶220] 2nd BACCHIS:
What a dear man you are.
PHILOXENUS:
But do you know on what condition you are to show me in-doors?
2nd BACCHIS:
That you are to be with me.

> Latin: Soror:
Lepidúm te.
Philoxenvs:
At scin quo pácto me ad te intro ábducas?
Soror:
Mecum út sis.

[¶221] PHILOXENUS:
You mention all that I desire.
2nd BACCHIS:
…

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Omnía quae cupio cómmemoras.

[¶222] NICOBULUS:
I have seen wicked men; but not one worse than yourself.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Vidi égo nequam homines, vérum te
nemínem deteriorem.

[¶223] PHILOXENUS:
I am as I am.
1st BACCHIS: (to NICOBULUS.)

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Íta sum.

[¶224] Step this way in-doors with me, where you may be elegantly received with viands, wine, and unguents.

> Latin: Bacchis:
I hac mécum intro, ubi tibi sít lepide victíbus, vino atque unguéntis.

[¶225] NICOBULUS:
Enough, enough now of your banquets; it matters not to me how I’m received. My son and Chrysalus have choused me out of four hundred Philippeans. If I don’t surely this day put him to the torture, may I never receive as large a sum again.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Satis, sátis iam vostrist cónvivi: me níl paenitet ut sim ácceptus:
quadringéntis Philippis fílius me et Chrysálus circumduxérunt.
quem quídem ego ut non excrúciem, altérum tantum auri nón meream.

[¶226] 1st BACCHIS:
What, pray, if half the gold is paid you back? Will you go in-doors here with me, and so control your feelings as to forgive them their faults?
PHILOXENUS:
He’ll do it.
(Takes his arm.)

> Latin: Bacchis:
Quid tándem, si dimídium auri reddítur, in hac mecum íntro? atque ut
eis délicta ignoscás.
Philoxenvs:
Faciet.

[¶227] NICOBULUS:
Certainly not—I won’t—I don’t care—let me alone, now. (Shakes him off.) I had rather punish them both.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Minime, nolo. nil móror, sine sic.
malo íllos ulcisci ámbo.

[¶228] PHILOXENUS:
Take you care, you good-for-nothing man, that through your own fault you don’t lose even that which the favouring Gods offer you. One half of the gold is offered; take it, and carouse, and enjoy yourself with your partner.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Etiám tu, homo nihili? quód di dant boni cáve culpa tua amissis:
dimídium auri datur: áccipias, potésque et scortum accúmbas.

[¶229] NICOBULUS:
What, am I to carouse in that very place where my son is being corrupted?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Egon úbi filius corrúmpatur meus, íbi potem?

[¶230] PHILOXENUS:
You must carouse there.

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Potandumst.
Nicobvlvs:
Age iam, íd ut ut est, étsi est dédecori, patiár, facere inducam ánimum:

[¶231] NICOBULUS:
Am I to be the witness of it when she is reclining with him at table?
1st BACCHIS:
Nay, so far as I’m concerned, i’ faith, I’ll recline at table with your own self.

> Latin: egon, cum haéc cum illo accubet, ínspectem?
Bacchis:
Immo equidém pol tecum accúmbam, te amábo et te amplexábor.

[¶232] NICOBULUS:
My head does itch so. (Aside.) I’m a ruined man—I can scarce deny her.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Caput prúrit, perii, víx negito.

[¶233] PHILOXENUS:
And has it not before this come into your mind, that if, while you live, you enjoy yourself,
that, i’ faith, is for no very long time; and that, if you lose the present day, it can never return to you after you are dead?

> Latin: Bacchis:
Non tíbi venit in mentém, amabo, si dúm vivas tibi béne facias
tam pól id quidem esse haud perlónginquom, neque, si hóc hodie amissís, post in
morte éventurum esse úmquam?

[¶234] NICOBULUS:
What am I to do?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Quid agó?

[¶235] PHILOXENUS:
What are you to do? Do you even ask it?

> Latin: Philoxenvs:
Quid agas? rogitás etiam?

[¶236] NICOBULUS:
I should like, and yet I’m afraid.
1st BACCHIS:
What are you afraid of?

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Libet ét metuo.
Bacchis:
Quid métuis?

[¶237] NICOBULUS:
Lest I should be exposed before my son and my servant.
1st BACCHIS:
Pray now, my honey; such things do happen. He’s your own son; whence do you suppose that he is to have money, except that only which you give him yourself? Let me obtain pardon of you for them both.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Ne obnóxius filio sim ét servo.
Bacchis:
Mel méum, amabo, etsi haec fíunt,
tuost: únde illum sumére censes, nisi quód tute illi déderis?
hanc véniam illis sine te éxorem.

[¶238] NICOBULUS: (aside.)
How she does work her way.
She’s now prevailing on me against that which I was quite resolved upon.
1st BACCHIS:
I will love you, and embrace you.

> Latin: Nicobvlvs:
Vt terebrát! satin offirmátum
quod míhi erat, id me exórat?

[¶239] NICOBULUS:
Through your doing, and for your sake am I corrupted.
1st BACCHIS:
I certainly had rather ’twere for your own than for mine.
NICOBULUS:
Come then, however that may be, although it is to my disgrace, I’ll submit; I’ll induce my feelings to do so.
1st BACCHIS:
Have I that solemnly promised? …
NICOBULUS:
What I have once said, I will not alter.

> Latin: tua sum ópera et propter te ímprobior.
Bacchis:
Nemínis quam mea mavéllem.
satin égo istuc habeo fírmatum?
Nicobvlvs:
Quod sémel dixi haud mutábo.

[¶240] 1st BACCHIS:
The day wears apace. Come into the house, to take your places at table: your sons are expecting within—
NICOBULUS:
How soon, in fact, we may be dead, d’ye mean?

> Latin: Bacchis:
It diés, ite intro accúbitum,
filií vos exspectánt intus.
Nicobvlvs:
Quam quídem actutum emoriámur.

[¶241] 1st BACCHIS:’Tis evening, already; come, follow us.
PHILOXENUS:
Lead us in like bondsmen.
(They go into the house.)
1st BACCHIS: (to the SPECTATORS.)

> Latin: Soror:
Vespér hic est, sequimini.
Nicobvlvs:
Dúcite nos quo lúbet tamquam quidem addíctos.

[¶242] Right cleverly are these persons entrapped themselves, who for their sons had laid a snare.
(Goes in.)

> Latin: Bacchis:
Lepide ípsi hi sunt captí, suis qui filiís fecere insídias.

[¶243] The COMPANY of COMEDIANS:
Had not these old men been worthless from their youth upwards, they would not, with their hoary heads, have this day done an action so disgraceful; nor, indeed, should we have represented this, if we had not, before this, seen it happen
that fathers became the rivals of their sons in the houses of procurers. Spectators, we wish you Farewell! and that you will grant us loud applause.

> Latin: Grex:
Hí senes nisi fuíssent nihili iam índe ab adulescéntia,
non hodie hoc tantum flagitium facerent canis capitibus;
neque adeo haec faceremus, ni antehac vidissemus fieri,
ut apud lenones rivales filiis fierent patres.
spectatores, vos valere volumus et clare adplaudere.