Lib.

  Quin rem actutum edisseris? cupio malum nanciscier.

      Why don’t you hurry up and unfold your tale?  I long for some
      hard knocks.

Leon.

  Placide ergo unum quidquid rogita, ut adquiescam. non vides
  me ex cursura anhelitum etiam ducere?

      Easy then with each question, so that I can get a rest. 
      Don’t you see I’m still puffing after that run of mine?

Lib.

  Age, age, mansero
  tuo arbitratu, vel adeo usque dum peris.

      All right, all right, I’ll wait till you’re ready, yes,
      ready to expire, for that matter.

Leon.

  Ubinam est erus?

      (after a pause) Where the deuce is master?

Lib.

  Maior apud forumst, minor hic est intus.

      Old one’s at the forum, young one’s inside here. (pointing
      to Clearetas house)

Leon.

  Iam satis est mihi.

      That’ll do!  I’m satisfied.

Lib.

  Tum igitur tu dives es factus?

      Satisfied?  So you’re a millionaire already, are you?

Leon.

  Mitte ridicularia. 330

      Don’t try to be funny.

Lib.

  Mitto.[9] istuc quod adfers aures exspectant meae.

      I won’t. (grandly) My ears await your tidings.

Leon.

  Animum adverte, ut aeque mecum haec scias.

      Listen here, and you’ll know about things as well as I do.

Lib.

  Taceo.

      I’m dumb.

Leon.

  Beas.
  meministin asinos Arcadicos mercatori Pellaeo
  nostrum vendere atriensem?

      (ironically) Oh, bliss!  Do you remember those Arcadian
      asses our steward sold to the merchant from Pella?

Lib.

  Memini. quid tum postea?

      I do.  Well, what next?

Leon.

  Em ergo is argentum huc remisit, quod daretur Saureae
  pro asinis. adulescens venit modo, qui id argentum attulit.

      Now then!  He’s sent the money for ’em, to be paid to Saurea. 
      A young chap’s just arrived with it.

Lib.

  Ubi is homost?

      (with a start) Where is he?

Leon.

  Iam devorandum censes, si conspexeris?

      Think he ought to be swallowed down the minute you spy him,
      eh?

Lib.

  Ita enim vero. sed tamen, tu nempe eos asinos praedicas
  vetulos, claudos, quibus subtritae ad femina iam erant ungulae? 340

      Aye, that I do!  But let me see, of course you mean those
      poor old lame asses with their hoofs worn away up to their
      hocks?