Whatever her (his) name is

  Pistoc.
  quae sodalem atque me exercitos habet XVII

      A girl that has been keeping my chum and me exercised

  nam credo cuivis excantare cor potes.  XVIII

      For I do believe you can witch the heart out of anyone you
      please

  sin lenocinium forte collibitum est tibi, XIX
  videas mercedis quid tibi est aecum dari,
  ne istac aetate me sectere gratiis. 30

      But if pandering happens to have caught your fancy, you
      should consider what price ought to be paid you, that you
      may not run after me at that time of life for nothing.

  Arabus.  XX

      Arabian

    Bacchis AND HER SISTER ARE STANDING TOGETHER TALKING.
    Pistoclerus APART.

Bacch.

  Quid si hoc potis est ut tu taceas, ego loquar?

      How about your keeping a quiet tongue yourself, if possible,
      and my doing the talking?

Soror.

  Lepide, licet.

      Charming!  By all means.

Bacch.

  Ubi me fugiet memoria, ibi tu facito ut subvenias, soror.

      In case my memory deserts me, see you come to the rescue,
      sister.

Soror.

  Pol magis metuo, ne defuerit mi in monendo oratio.

      Goodness me!  I’m more afraid of sage suggestions failing
      myself.

Bacch.

  Pol ego metuo, lusciniolae ne defuerit cantio.
  sequere hac.

      (laughing) Goodness me!  And I’m afraid of song failing
      the little nightingale.  Come on. (leads the way toward
      Pistoclerus)

Pistoc.

  Quid agunt duae germanae meretrices cognomines?
  quid in consilio consuluistis?

(aside, nervously) What are those two up to, those harlot sisters with the same name? (aloud, trying to assume the air of a man of the world) What have you girls settled on in that session?

Bacch.

  Bene.

      Something nice.

Pistoc.

  Pol haud meretricium est. 40

      By Jove!  Unusual in the profession!

Bacch.

  Miserius nihil est quam mulier.

      (in apparent dejection) Oh, there’s nothing more
      miserable than a woman!

Pistoc.

  Quid esse dices dignius?

      And what ought to be more so, in your opinion?

Bacch.

  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.