atron--all one blaze of love, as the fellow is.
[EXIT _Parasite._

_Art._

Quid tibi hunc receptio ad te est meum virum?

(_to Philaenium_) What do you mean by receiving this man at
your house--my husband?

_Phil._

Pol me quidem 920
miseram odio enicavit.

Dear, dear! Why, I'm fairly bored to death by him, for my
part.

_Art._

Surge, amator, i domum.

(_standing over Demaenetus_) Get up, my gallant; home with
you!

_Dem._

Nullus sum.

(_half aside, afraid to move_) I'm a dead man!

_Art._

Immo es, ne nega, omnium unus pol nequissimus.
at etiam cubat cuculus. surge amator, i domum.

Good gracious, no! You're the vilest man living, and you
needn't deny it. But he's roosting there still, the cuckoo!
Get up, my gallant; home with you!

_Dem._

Vae mihi.

(_half aside_) Oh, I'm in for it!

_Art._

Vera hariolare. surge, amator, i domum.

You are a true prophet. Get up, my gallant; home with you!

_Dem._

Abscede ergo paululum istuc.

Well then, do stand a bit farther off.

_Art._

Surge, amator, i domum.

Get up, my gallant; home with you!

_Dem._

Iam obsecro, uxor.

For heaven's sake now, my dear!

_Art._

Nunc uxorem me esse meministi tuam?
modo, cum dicta in me ingerebas, odium, non uxor eram.

Now you recollect that I am your dear, do you? A moment
ago, when you were saying things about me, I was your
abomination, not your dear.

_Dem._

Totus perii.

(_half aside_) It's all up with me, absolutely!

_Art._

Quid tandem? anima fetetne uxoris tuae?

You really meant it, did you? Your dear's breath smells,
does it?

_Dem._

Murram olet.

(_hastily_) Smells of myrrh, myrrh!

_Art._

Iam subrupuisti pallam, quam scorto dares?

(_ironically_) Have you stolen the mantle yet to give
this creature?

_Phil._

Ecastor qui subrupturum pallam promisit tibi. 930

He promised he would steal it from you, indeed he did!

_Dem._

Non taces?

(_aside to Philaenium_) Shut up, won't you?

_Argyr._

Ego dissuadebam, mater.

I tried to dissuade him, mother.

_Art._

Bellum filium.
istoscine patrem aequom est mores liberis largirie