and (_bitterly_) never a penny can I find anywhere to
give her; and her mother has thrown me out of the house
here, me, her daughter's lover. I'm driven to my death by
eighty pounds, eighty pounds young Diabolus promised to pay
her to-day for letting no one else but him have my girl
the whole of this next year. Do you see the power, the
possibilities in eighty pounds? The man that loses them
is saved. I don't lose them and I'm lost myself.
_Lib._
Iam dedit argentum?
Has he paid 'em over already?
_Argyr._
Non dedit.
No.
_Lib._
Bono animo es, ne formida.
Cheer up; never you fear.
_Leon._
Secede huc, Libane, te volo.
Libanus! Come over here: I want you.
_Lib._
Si quid vis.
(_obeying_) Anything to please. (_they withdraw and talk,
heads close together_)
_Argyr._
Obsecro vos
eadem istac opera suaviust complexos fabulari. 640
(_calling_) For heaven's sake, you two! You'd find it
pleasanter to hug each other, while you do your chatting!
_Lib._
Non omnia eadem aeque omnibus, ere, suavia esse scito:
vobis est suave amantibus complexos fabulari,
ego complexum huius nil moror, meum autem hic aspernatur.
proinde istud facias ipse quod faciamus nobis suades.
Tastes differ about what's pleasant, sir, let me tell you
that. A fond pair like you find it pleasant to hug each
other while you do your chatting; but, personally, I don't
care for this fellow's hugs, and as for mine, he scorns 'em.
So you go on and practise yourself what you preach to us.
_Argyr._
Ego vero, et quidem edepol lubens. interea, si videtur,
concedite istuc.
Indeed I will, by Jove, yes, and gladly. Meanwhile you two
go on and step aside there, if you see fit. (_embraces
Philaenium_)
_Leon._
Vin erum deludi?
D'ye want to have some fun with master?
_Lib._
Dignust sane.
That I do, serves him right.
_Leon._
Vin faciam ut te Philaenium praesente hoc amplexetur?
D'ye want me to make Philaenium give you a squeeze right
before his face?
_Lib._
Cupio hercle.
(_enthusiastically_) Gad, I long for one!
_Leon._
Sequere hac.
Come along. (_leads the way back to Argyrippus and
_Philaenium_)
_Argyr._
Ecquid est salutis? satis locuti.
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