iam faxo ipsum hominem manifesto opprimas.

Just follow me this way: I'll soon make you drop on our
gentleman in the very act.

_Art._

Nihil ecastor est quod facere mavelim.

Ah-h-h! There's nothing I'd like better!

_Par._

Mane dum.

Hm! wait! (_goes quietly to Cleareta's door, peeps in and
comes back_)

_Art._

Quid est?

What's the matter?

_Par._

Possis, si forte accubantem tuom virum conspexeris
cum corona amplexum amicam, si videas, cognoscere?

If you happened to spy your husband stretched out on a
banquet couch with a garland on and a girl in his arms--if
you saw him, could you recognize him?

_Art._

Possum ecastor.

Indeed I can!

_Par._

Em tibi hominem.

(_taking her cautiously to the door_) Behold your man!

_Art._

Perii.

(_peeping_) Dreadful, dreadful!

_Par._

Paulisper mane. 880
aucupemus ex insidiis clanculum quam rem gerant.

(_drawing her aside_) Wait a bit! Let's lie in ambush and
spy what's going on without being seen.

_Argyr._

Quid modi, pater, amplexando facies?

(_resentfully_) Father! When is that hug going to end?

_Dem._

Fateor, gnate mi--

(_somewhat embarrassed_) I admit, my dear boy,--

_Argyr._

Quid fatere?

Admit what?

_Dem._

Me ex amore huius corruptum oppido.

That this lady is altogether too much for my sense of
decorum.

_Par._

Audin quid ait?

(_to Artemona_) Do you hear what he says?

_Art._

Audio.

I hear!

_Dem._

Egon ut non domo uxori meae
subripiam in deliciis pallam quam habet, atque ad te deferam?
non edepol conduci possum vita uxoris annua.

(_to Philaenium_) Not steal my wife's pet mantle from home
and bring it to you? By heaven, I couldn't be hired not to--
not if she should die within the year.

_Par._

Censen tu illum hodie primum ire adsuetum esse in ganeum?

(_to Artemona_) Do you think to-day is the first time that
gentleman has used such resorts?

_Art._

Ille ecastor suppilabat me, quod ancillas meas
suspicabar atque insontis miseras cruciabam.

Mercy on us! So he was the thief all those times I suspected
my maids, yes, and tortured the poor innocent things.

_Argyr._

Pater,
iube dari vinum; iam dudum factu