by their own cursed
dispositions: friends to no man as they are, they themselves
have foes in all men. When they're deceiving themselves the
fools fancy they are deceiving others. That's the way with
this man I thought was as good a friend to me as I am to
myself: as far as in him lay he took pains to do me all the
harm he could, to defraud me of all I had.

_Pistoc._

Improbum istunc esse oportet hominem.

The fellow must be a perfect villain!

_Mnes._

Ego ita esse arbitror.

Precisely my own opinion.

_Pistoc._

Obsecro hercle loquere, quis is est?

(_more indignantly_) By Jove, now! Who is he? Tell me, tell
me.

_Mnes._

Benevolens vivit tibi.
nam ni ita esset, tecum orarem ut ei quod posses mali
facere faceres.

A man on good terms with you. Yes, but for that, I'd beg you
to do him any damage you could.

_Pistoc._

Dic modo hominem qui sit sit: non fecero
ei male aliquo pacto, me esse dicito ignavissimum.

Only tell me who the fellow is: if I don't damage him
somehow, you can call me the most spiritless wretch on
earth.

_Mnes._

Nequam homost, verum hercle amicus est tibi.

He's a scoundrel, but good Lord, he is a friend of yours!

_Pistoc._

Tanto magis
dic quis est; nequam hominis ego parvi pendo gratiam.

All the more reason for telling me who he is; it's little I
care for the favour of a scoundrel.

_Mnes._

Video non potesse quin tibi eius nomen eloquar.
Pistoclere, perdidisti me sodalem funditus. 560

I see there is nothing for me to do but give you his name.
Pistoclerus, (_bitterly_) you have ruined me, your chum,
ruined me utterly.

_Pistoc._

Quid istuc est?

(_aghast_) Eh? What's that?

_Mnes._

Quid est? misine ego ad te ex Epheso epistulam
super amica, ut mi invenires?

What's that? Didn't I send you a letter from Ephesus about
my mistress, asking you to find her for me?

_Pistoc._

Fateor factum, et repperi.

To be sure you did--and I did find her.

_Mnes._

Quid? tibi non erat meretricum aliarum Athenis copia
quibuscum haberes rem, nisi cum illa quam ego mandassem tibi
occiperes tute[19] amare et mi ires consultum male?

What? Weren't there enough other women in Athens for you to
philander with, without beginning to make lo