_Leon._

Hercle istum di omnes perduint. verbo cave supplicassis.
ferox est viginti minas meas tractare sese.
nemo accipit aufer te domum, abscede hinc, molestus ne sis.

Be damned to the fellow! (_to Libanus_) Not a word of
entreaty, you! He's puffed up at having the handling of my
eighty pounds. (_to trader_) No one will take it! Home
with you! Away with you! Don't bother me!

_Merc._
_Trader_

Nimis iracunde. non decet superbum esse hominem servom. 470

(_scoffingly_) Quite in a pet! The idea of a mere slave
being arrogant!

_Leon._

Malo hercle iam magno tuo, ni isti nec recte dicis.

(_to Libanus_) By heaven, you'll soon pay dear for it, if
you don't abuse him!

_Lib._

Impure, nihili. non vides irasci?

(_loudly to trader_) You dirty thing, you, you good for
nothing! (_in lower tone_) Don't you see he's angry?

_Leon._

Perge porro.

(_to Libanus_) Go on, get at him!

_Lib._

Flagitum hominis. da, obsecro, argentum huic, ne male loquatur.

(_loudly_) You scandal of a man! (_in lower tone_) Do give
him the money, for heaven's sake, so that he won't call you
bad names.

_Merc._
_Trader_

Malum hercle vobis quaeritis.

Gad! It's a bad time you two are looking for.

_Leon._

Crura hercle diffringentur,
ni istum impudicum percies.

(_to Libanus_) By the Lord, your legs shall be broken to
splinters, if you don't give that shameless rascal a blowing
up.

_Lib._

Perii hercle. age impudice,
sceleste, non audes mihi scelesto subvenire?

(_to trader in low tone_) Oh Lord! I'm in for it! (_loudly_)
Come, you shameless rascal, you wretch, won't you help me,
poor wretch that I am?

_Leon._

Pergin precari pessimo?

(_to Libanus_) Continuing to coax that criminal, are you?

_Merc._
_Trader_

Quae res? tun libero homini
male servos loquere?

(_getting indignant_) How is this? You dare to abuse a free
man, you, you slave?

_Leon._

Vapula.

You be thrashed!

_Merc._
_Trader_

Id quidem tibi hercle fiet,
ut vapules, Demaenetum simulac conspexero hodie.[12] 479

Be thrashed? Precisely what will be done to you, by gad, the
moment I set eyes on Demaenetus to-day!

_Leon._

Quid, verbero? ain tu, furcifer? erum nos fugitare censes?