Extexam ego illum pulchre iam, si di volunt. haud dormitandumst:  opus est chryso Chrysalo. 240 adibo hunc, quem quidem ego hodie faciam hic arietem Phrixi, itaque tondebo auro usque ad vivam cutem. servos salutat Nicobulum Chrysalus.

(aside) I’ll unravel him handsomely now, God willing.  No sleepyheadedness allowed:  Chrysalus, you must be a golden chrysalis!  Here’s at him—­the man I’ll certainly make a [G]Phrixus’s ram here to-day, and by the same token shear off his gold right down to the quick! (aloud, ceremoniously) Greetings,to Nicobulus from servant Chrysalus, sir.

        [Footnote G:  The owner of the ram with the golden fleece.]

Nic.

  Pro di immortales, Chrysale, ubi mist filius?

      Chrysalus! for the love of heaven where is my son?

Chrys.

  Quin tu salutem primum reddis quam dedi?

      (affecting pique) Why don’t you return my greeting first,
      sir?

Nic.

  Salve. sed ubinamst Mnesilochus?

      How d’ye do. (more animatedly) But where on earth is
      Mnesilochus?

Chrys.

  Vivit, valet.

      Alive and well.

Nic.

  Venitne?

      Has he come?

Chrys.

  Venit.

      He has.

Nic.

  Euax, aspersisti aquam.
  benene usque valuit?

      (fervently Oh, good, good!  That news is like a dash of
      water!  Has he been well all this time?

Chrys.

  Pancratice atque athletice.

      In fighting trim, a perfect athlete.

Nic.

  Quid hoc? qua causa eum in Ephesum miseram,
  accepitne aurum ab hospite Archidemide? 250

      How about it?  The business I sent him to Ephesus for?  Did he
      get the gold from my friend Archidemides?

Chrys.

  Heu, cor meum et cerebrum, Nicobule, finditur,
  istius hominis ubi fit quomque mentio.
  tun hospitem illum nominas hostem tuom?

      (disgustedly) Ugh!  My heart and head fairly split, sir,
      whenever I hear that fellow mentioned.  Call that friend of
      yours fiend, won’t you?

Nic.

  Quid ita, obsecro hercle?

      Bless my soul!  Why, for heaven’s sake?

Chrys.

  Quia edepol certo scio,
  Volcanus, Luna, Sol, Dies, dei quattuor,
  scelestiorem nullum inluxere alterum.

      Good Lord!  Because I’m positive the four gods, Fire, Moon,
      Sun, and Day, never shone on a more abandoned villain.

Nic.

  Quamne Archidemidem?

      Than Archidemides?