Tun terrae me odium esse autumas? abducite hunc
  intro atque adstringite ad columnam fortiter.
  numquam auferes hinc aurum.

(furious) So I encumber the earth, do I, according to you? (to Artamo and slaves) March him off inside! yes, and tie him to a pillar—­tight! (to Chrysalus) You shall never take that gold away from me.

Chrys.

  At qui iam dabis.

      (mysteriously) However, you’ll soon give it away.

Nic.

  Dabo?

      I give it away?

Chrys.

Atque orabis me quidem ultro ut auferam, cum illum rescisces criminatorem meum quanto in periclo et quanta in pernicie siet. tum libertatem Chrysalo largibere; ego adeo numquam accipiam.

Yes, and beg me, beg me of your own accord, to take it away, when you learn about that accuser of mine and what danger, what deadly danger, he’s in.  Then you’ll be all for liberating Chrysalus; but not for me, I won’t be liberated.

Nic.

  Dic, scelerum caput,
  dic, quo in periclo est meus Mnesilochus filius? 830

      Speak, you fount of iniquity, speak—­what danger is my son
      Mnesilochus in?

Chrys.

  Sequere hac me, faxo iam scies.

      (going toward Bacchis’s house) This way; follow me:  I’ll
      soon let you know.

Nic.

  Quo gentium?

      (following) Where on earth are you taking me?

Chrys.

  Tres unos passus.

      Three steps merely.

Nic.

  Vel decem.

      Ten, for that matter.

Chrys.

  Agedum tu, Artamo,
  forem hanc pauxillum aperi; placide, ne crepa;
  sat est. accede huc tu. viden convivium?

Come on now, you, Artamo; open this door a tiny bit; easy, don’t make it creak. (Artamo obeys) That will do. (to Nicobulus) Step up here, you.  See that jovial party? (pointing inside)

Nic.

  Video exadvorsum Pistoclerum et Bacchidem.

      (peeking in) I see Pistoclerus and Bacchis right opposite.

Chrys.

  Qui sunt in lecto illo altero?

      Who are on that other couch?

Nic.

  Interii miser.

      (peeking again, then with a start) Death and damnation!

Chrys.

  Novistine hominem?

      Do you recognize the gentleman?

Nic.

  Novi.

      I do.

Chrys.

  Dic sodes mihi,
  bellan videtur specie mulier?

      Kindly give me your opinion—­good-looking female, eh?

Nic.