Amph.

  Age i tu secundum.

      (to lagging Sosia) Here you!  After me, come!

Sos.

  Sequor, subsequor te.

      Coming, sir!  Right at your heels.

Amph.

  Scelestissimum te arbitror.

      It’s my opinion you are a damned rascal.

Sos.

  Nam quam ob rem?

      (hurt) Oh sir, why?

Amph.

  Quia id quod neque est neque fuit neque futurum est
  mihi praedicas.

      (angrily) Because what you tell me is not so, never was
      so, never will be.

Sos.

  Eccere, iam tuatim
  facis tu, ut tuis nulla apud te fides sit.

      See there now!  Just like you—­you can never trust your
      servants.

Amph.

  Quid est? quo modo? iam quidem hercle ego tibi istam
  scelestam, scelus, linguam abscidam.

      (misunderstanding) What?  How is that?  Well, by heaven now,
      I’ll cut out that villainous tongue for you, you villain!

Sos.

Tuos sum, proinde ut commodumst et lubet quidque facias tamen quin loquar haec uti facta sunt hic, numquam ullo modo me potes deterrere. 560

(stubbornly) I am yours, sir:  so do anything that suits your convenience and taste.  However, I shall tell everything just as it happened here, and you shall never frighten me out of that, never.

Amph.

  Scelestissime, audes mihi praedicare id,
  domi te esse nunc, qui hic ades?

      You confounded rascal, do you dare tell me you are at home
      this very minute, when you are here with me?

Sos.

  Vera dico.

      It is a fact, sir.

Amph.

  Malum quod tibi di dabunt, atque ego hodie
  dabo.

      A fact you shall soon suffer for—­the gods will see to that,
      and so will I.

Sos.

  Istuc tibist in manu, nam tuos sum.

      That rests with you, sir:  I am your man.

Amph.

Tun me, verbero, audes erum ludificari? tunc id dicere audes, quod nemo umquam homo antehac vidit nec potest fieri, tempore uno homo idem duobus locis ut simul sit?

      You dare make fun of me, scoundrel, your master?  You dare
      tell me a thing no one ever saw before, an impossible
      thing—­the same man in two places at one time?

Sos.

  Profecto, ut loquor res ita est.

      Really, sir, it is just as I say.

Amph.

  Iuppiter te
  perdat.

      Jove’s curse on you!

Sos.

  Quid mali sum, ere, tua ex re promeritus? 570