Numquam hercle hodie exorabis nam iam calcari quadrupedo agitabo advorsum clivom, postidea ad pistores dabo, ut ibi cruciere currens. asta ut descendam nunciam in proclivi, quamquam nequam es. 710

Not on your life—­you don’t beg off this day.  Why, now I’m going to dig the spurs in and trot you up a hill:  afterwards I’ll hand you over to the millers to do some running for ’em at the end of a rawhide.  Stand still! so that I can dismount on the slope now, even though you are a good-for-nothing beast. (gets off)

Argyr.

  Quid nunc, amabo? quoniam, ut est libitum, nos delusistis,
  datisne argentum?

      How about it now?  There’s a good fellow!  Seeing you two have
      had your fill of sport with me, going to give us the money,
      are you?

Lib.

  Si quidem mihi statuam et aram statuis
  atque ut deo mi hic immolas bovem:  nam ego tibi Salus sum.

      Oh well, if you put me up an altar and statue, yes, and
      offer me up an ox here the same as a god:  for I’m your
      goddess Salvation, I am.

Leon.

  Etiam tu, ere, istunc amoves abs te atque[25] ipse me adgredere
  atque illa, sibi quae hic iusserat, mihi statuis supplicasque?

      Come, sir, get rid of that chap, won’t you, and apply
      to me in person, yes, and let me have those statues and
      supplications he ordered for himself.

Argyr.

  Quem te autem divom nominem?

      Ah, and by what name does your godship pass?

Leon.

  Fortunam, atque Obsequentem.

      Fortune, yes sir, Indulgent Fortune.

Argyr.

  Iam istoc es melior.

      Now there’s where you are better.

Lib.

  An quid est homini Salute melius?

      Eh? what’s better for a man than Salvation?

Argyr.

  Licet laudem Fortunam, tamen ut ne Salutem culpem.

      I can praise Fortune and still not disparage Salvation.

Phil.

  Ecastor ambae sunt bonae.

      Mercy me, they’re both good.

Argyr.

  Sciam ubi boni quid dederint.

      I’ll know so when I get something good out of them.

Leon.

  Opta id quod ut contingat tibi vis.

      Wish for something you want to happen to you.

Argyr.

  Quid si optaro?

      What if I do?

Leon.

  Eveniet. 720

      It’ll come true.

Argyr.

  Opto annum hunc perpetuom mihi huius operas.

      My wish is to have this lady’s attentions this whole next
  year through.