Cur eiulas, quem ego avom feci iam ut esses filiai nuptus? nam tua gnata peperit, decumo mense post:  numerum cape; ea re repudium remisit avonculus causa mea. i intro, exquaere, sitne ita ut ego praedico.

(patting his shoulder) Lamenting, sir, lamenting, when you’re a grandfather, and this your daughter’s wedding day?  You see it’s the tenth month since the festival—­reckon it up—­and we have a child, sir.  This explains my uncle’s breaking the engagement:  he did it for my sake.  Go in and inquire if it isn’t just as I tell you.

Eucl.

  Perii oppido, 800
  ita mihi ad malum malae res plurimae se adglutinant.
  ibo intro, ut quid huius verum sit sciam.

      Oh, my life is wrecked, wrecked!  The way calamities swarm
      down and settle on me one after another!  Go in I will, and
      have the truth of it! [EXIT INTO HIS HOUSE.

Lyc.

Iam te sequor haec propemodum iam esse in vado salutis res videtur nunc servom esse ubi dicam meum Strobilum non reperio; nisi etiam hic opperiar tamen paulisper, postea intro hunc subsequar. nunc interim spatium ei dabo exquirendi meum factum ex gnatae pedisequa nutrice anu. ea rem novit.

(as he disappears) I’ll soon be with you, sir. (after a pause, contentedly) It does look as if we were pretty nearly safe in the shallows now. (looking around) Where in the world my fellow Strobilus is I can’t imagine.  Well, the only thing to do is to wait here a bit longer; then I’ll join father-in-law inside.  Meanwhile I’ll let him have an opportunity to inquire into the case from the old nurse that’s been his daughter’s maid:  she knows about it all. (waits in doorway)

ACTVS V

    ACT V

    ENTER Strobilus.

Strob.

  Di immortales quibus et quantis me donatis gaudiis.
  quadrilibrem aulam auro onustam habeo. quis me est ditior?
  quis me Athenis nunc magis quisquam est
        homo cui di sint propitii? 810

Ye immortal gods, what joy, what bliss, ye bless me with!  I have a four pound pot of gold, chock full of gold!  Show me a man that’s richer!  Who’s the chap in all Athens now that Heaven’s kinder to than me?

Lyc.

  Certo enim ego vocem hic loquentis modo mi audire visus sum.

      Why, it surely seemed as if I heard some one’s voice just
      then. (catches a glimpse of Strobilus’s face, the latter
      wheeling around as he sees Lyconides)

Strob.

  Hem,
  erumne ego aspicio meum?

      (aside) Hm!  Is that master there?

Lyc.