Art.

  Sat salutis.

      Enough of your how d’ye do-ing!

Par.

Mortuost Demaenetus. tempus est subducere hinc me; pulchre hoc gliscit proelium. ibo ad Diabolum, mandata dicam facta ut voluerit, atque interea ut decumbamus suadebo, hi dum litigant.

(aside) Demaenetus is dead.  Time for me to retire from the scene; the battle waxes finely.  I’ll off to Diabolus and tell him his mandates are executed to the letter, yes, and suggest our taking dinner meantime, while they fight it out.

poste demum huc cras adducam ad lenam, ut viginti minas ei det, in partem hac amanti ut liceat ei potirier.  Argyrippus exorari spero poterit, ut sinat sese alternas cum illo noctes hac frui. nam ni impetro, regem perdidi:  ex amore tantum est homini incendium.

Then to-morrow when it’s over I’ll bring him back to the
Madame so that he may give her the eighty pounds and get her
permission for his fond self to go shares in the girl here. 
I do hope Argyrippus can be induced to let him have her half
the time.  For if I don’t get so much out of him, I have lost
a patron—­all one blaze of love, as the fellow is.

          
                                                                            [EXIT Parasite.

Art.

Quid tibi hunc receptio ad te est meum virum?

(to Philaenium) What do you mean by receiving this man at
your house—­my husband?

Phil.

  Pol me quidem 920
  miseram odio enicavit.

      Dear, dear!  Why, I’m fairly bored to death by him, for my
      part.

Art.

  Surge, amator, i domum.

      (standing over Demaenetus) Get up, my gallant; home with
      you!

Dem.

  Nullus sum.

      (half aside, afraid to move) I’m a dead man!

Art.

  Immo es, ne nega, omnium unus pol nequissimus.
  at etiam cubat cuculus. surge amator, i domum.

      Good gracious, no!  You’re the vilest man living, and you
      needn’t deny it.  But he’s roosting there still, the cuckoo! 
      Get up, my gallant; home with you!

Dem.

  Vae mihi.

      (half aside) Oh, I’m in for it!

Art.

  Vera hariolare. surge, amator, i domum.

      You are a true prophet.  Get up, my gallant; home with you!

Dem.

  Abscede ergo paululum istuc.

      Well then, do stand a bit farther off.

Art.

  Surge, amator, i domum.

      Get up, my gallant; home with you!

Dem.

  Iam obsecro, uxor.