An hoc ad eas res opsonatumst, obsecro?

      (horrified) In the name of heaven!  These provisions
      bought for such an orgy?

Pistoc.

  Sperat quidem animus:  quo evenat dis in manust.

      (flippantly) Well, of course man proposes and God
      disposes.

Lydus

  Tu amicam habebis?

      You to have a mistress, you?

Pistoc.

  Cum videbis, tum scies.

      (enthusiastically) Once you see her, then you’ll know!

Lydus

  Immo neque habebis neque sinam; i prorsum domum.

      Never!  You shall not have one; I will not allow it. (taking
      Pistoclerus by the arm and trying to lead him back) Go home
      this instant.

Pistoc.

  Omitte, Lyde, ac cave malo.

      (pulling away) Leave me alone, Lydus, and (threateningly)
      look out for trouble.

Lydus

  Quid? cave malo?

      What?  “Look out for trouble?”

Pistoc.

  Iam excessit mi aetas ex magisterio tuo.

      I’m too old for you to play the teacher these days.

Lydus

  O barathrum, ubi nunc es? ut ego te usurpem lubens.[7] 149
  vixisse nimio satiust iam quam vivere. (151)
  magistron quemquam discipulum minitarier?[8]

      (tragically) Oh, pit, where art thou now?  How gladly would
      I take thee for mine own!  Far better that I had died than
      lived for this!  A pupil to threaten his teacher?[8]

Pistoc.

  Fiam, ut ego opinor, Hercules, tu autem Linus. (155)

      It’s a Hercules I’ll be, I’m thinking, and you a Linus.[B]

        [Footnote B:  Linus was killed by his pupil, Hercules.]

Lydus

  Pol metuo magis, ne Phoenix tuis factis fuam
  teque ad patrem esse mortuom renuntiem.

      Great heavens!  I have more fear of your actions forcing me
      to be a Phoenix[C] and to convey to your father the news of
      your death.

        [Footnote C:  Phoenix, Achilles’ preceptor, informed
        Peleus, Achilles’ father, of his son’s death]

Pistoc.

  Satis historiarumst.

      (impatiently) Enough of your tales!

Lydus

Hic vereri perdidit. compendium edepol haud aetati optabile fecisti, cum istanc nactu’s inpudentiam. 160 occisus hic homo est. ecquid in mentem est tibi patrem tibi esse?

He is lost to shame!  Great heavens!  You gained nothing that does credit to your years in acquiring this impudence.  The creature is past redemption!  Does it ever occur to you that you have a father?

Pistoc.