m est cum primum bibi. 890

Tell them to set the wine going, father; it seems an age
since I had my first drink.

_Dem._

Da, puere, ab summo. age, tu interibi ab infimo da savium.

(_to servant_) Boy, send round the wine from the head of the
table. (_to Philaenium_) Come, my dear, meanwhile you send
round a naughty, naughty kiss from the foot. (_Philaenium
obeys_)

_Art._

Perii misera, ut osculatur carnufex, capuli decus.

Oh-h-h! Good heavens! The way he kisses, the villain, fit
only to grace a coffin!

_Dem._

Edepol animam suaviorem aliquanto quam uxoris meae.

My word! Rather sweeter breath than my wife's!

_Phil._

Dic amabo, an fetet anima uxoris tuae?

Do tell me, there's a dear--your wife's breath isn't bad,
is it?

_Dem._

Nauteam
bibere malim, si necessum sit, quam illam oscularier.

I'd rather drink bilge water, if it came to that, than kiss
her.

_Art._

Ain tandem? edepol ne tu istuc cum malo magno tuo
dixisti in me. sine, revenias modo domum, faxo ut scias
quid pericli sit dotatae uxori vitium dicere.

(_aside_) So? You would, would you? Good gracious, sir, that
fling at me will cost you dear. Very well! just you come
back home, sir! I'll show you the danger of vilifying a wife
with money.

_Phil._

Miser ecastor es.

Goodness me, you poor thing!

_Art._

Ecastor dignus est.

(_aside_) Goodness me, he deserves to be!

_Argyr._

Quid ais, pater?
ecquid matrem amas?

Look here, father. Do you love my mother?

_Dem._

Egone illam? nunc amo, quia non adest. 900

Love her? I? I love her now for not being near.

_Argyr._

Quid cum adest?

And when she is near?

_Dem._

Periisse cupio.

I yearn for a death in the family.

_Par._

Amat homo hic te, ut praedicat.

(_to Artemona_) This gentleman is fond of you, it seems.

_Art._

Ne illa ecastor faenerato funditat: nam si domum
redierit hodie. osculando ego ulciscar potissimum.

(_aside_) Oh-h-h! won't he pay interest on that flow of
words! Just let him come back home to-day, and that will be
my favourite method of revenge--kissing him.

_Argyr._

Iace, pater, talos, ut porro nos iaciamus.

(_pushing some dice toward Demaenetus_) Your throw, father: