Scene 2.

Eucl.

  Redi. quo fugis nunc? tene, tene.

      (going into street) Come back!  Where are you running to
      now?  Stop him, stop him!

Cong.

  Quid, stolide, clamas?

      What are you yelling for, stupid?

Eucl.

  Quia ad tris viros iam ego deferam nomen tuom.

      Because I am going to report your name to the police this
      instant.

Cong.

  Quam ob rem?

      Why?

Eucl.

  Quia cultrum habes.

      Well, you carry a knife.

Cong.

  Cocum decet.

      And so a cook should.

Eucl.

  Quid comminatu’s
  mihi?

      And how about your threatening me?

Cong.

  Istud male factum arbitror, quia non latus fodi.

      It’s a pity I didn’t jab it through you, I’m thinking.

Eucl.

  Homo nullust te scelestior qui vivat hodie
  neque quoi ego de industria amplius male plus libens faxim. 420

      There isn’t a more abandoned villain than you on the face of
      the earth, or one I’d be gladder to go out of my way to
      punish more, either.

Cong.

  Pol etsi taceas, palam id quidem est:  res ipsa testist;
  ita fustibus sum mollior magis quam ullus cinaedus.
  sed quid tibi nos tactiost, mendice homo?

Good Lord!  That’s evident enough, even if you didn’t say so:  the facts speak for themselves.  I’ve been clubbed till I’m looser than any fancy dancer.  Now what did you mean by laying hands on me, you beggar?

Eucl.

  Quae res?
  etiam rogitas? an quia minus quam aequom erat feci?

      What’s that?  You dare ask me?  Didn’t I do my duty by you—­is
      that it? (lifts cudgel)

Cong.

  Sine, at hercle cum magno malo tuo, si hoc caput sentit.

      (backing away) All right:  but by gad, you’ll pay heavy for
      it, or I’m a numskull.

Eucl.

  Pol ego haud scio quid post fuat:  tuom nunc caput sentit.
  sed in aedibus quid tibi meis nam erat negoti
  me absente, nisi ego iusseram? volo scire.

Hm!  I don’t know anything about the future of your skull, but (chuckling and tapping his cudgel) it must be numb now. (savagely) See here, what the devil were you doing in my house without my orders while I was gone?  That’s what I want to know.

Cong.

  Tace ergo.
  quia venimus coctum ad nuptias.

      Well then, shut up.  We came to cook for the wedding, that’s
      all.

Eucl.

  Quid tu, malum, curas,
  utrum crudum an coctum ego edim, nisi tu mi es tutor? 430