ke me for your sweetheart. Now, now, my dearie,--
why so silent?

_Pistoc._

Quia istaec lepida sunt memoratui:
eadem in usu atque ubi periclum facias, aculeata sunt,
animum fodicant, bona distimulant, facta et famam sauciant.

Because those words of yours have a pretty sound: but when
a fellow takes 'em up and tries 'em they're barbed--they
pink a heart, run a fortune through, disable a character
and reputation.

_Soror_

Quid ab hac metuis?

Why are you afraid of her?

_Pistoc._

Quid ego metuam rogitas? adulescens homo
penetrem me huius modi in palaestram,
ubi damnis desudascitur?[4] (66)

Why am I afraid of her, eh? A young fellow like me to enter
a physical training school of this sort (_pointing to
Bacchis's house_) where a man only sweats himself to
insolvency?

_Bacch._

Lepide memoras.

(_with pretended admiration_) You do say such clever things!

_Pistoc._

Ubi ego capiam pro machaera turturem,[5] (68)
pro galea scaphium, pro insigni sit corolla plectilis, 70
pro hasta talos, pro lorica malacum capiam pallium,
ubi mihi pro equo lectus detur, scortum pro scuto accubet?
apage a me, apage.

Where my sword would be a turtle dove, my helmet a wine
bowl, my plume a woven chaplet, my spear a dice box, my
corselet a downy robe; where I'd be given a couch for a
horse, with a bad, bad girl beside me for a buckler?
Hence! Avaunt!

_Bacch._

Ah, nimium ferus es.

Ah, you're too hard on us!

_Pistoc._

Mihi sum.

I am hard on myself.

_Bacch._

Malacissandus es.
equidem tibi do hanc operam.

We'll have to soften you. Yes indeed, I'll take you in hand
myself--(_fondling him_) this way.

_Pistoc._

Ah, nimium pretiosa es operaria.

(_submitting reluctantly_) Ah, your handiwork is too
expensive.

_Bacch._

Simulato me amare.

Do make believe you love me.

_Pistoc._

Utrum ego istuc iocon adsimulem an serio?

(_smiling_) Make believe in fun, or as if I meant business?

_Bacch._

Heia, hoc agere meliust. miles quom huc adveniat, te volo
me amplexari.

(_reprovingly_) Now, now! here's what we'd better do. When
the Captain arrives I want you to hug me.

_Pistoc._

Quid eo mi opus est?

What'