danger of his becoming an irreclaimable rake. I know, I was
young once myself, and did all those things, but I showed
some self-restraint. The attitude I see in the general run
of parents toward their sons doesn't suit me.

ego dare me meo gnato institui,
ut animo obsequium sumere possit; (1082)
aequom esse puto, sed nimis nolo desidiae ei dare ludum.
nunc Mnesilochum, quod mandavi,
viso ecquid eum ad virtutem aut ad
frugem opera sua compulerit, sic
ut eum, si convenit, scio fecisse: cost ingenio natus.

I've made a practice of being liberal to my son, so that
he may follow his inclinations; I think it's the fair way;
at the same time, I don't want to give too much play to
his dawdling. Now I'm going to see Mnesilochus about that
commission of mine, and find out if he has driven the boy
over to the path of virtue and sobriety by his efforts--as
I know he has, if he found occasion: that is his natural
disposition. (_goes toward Bacchis's door_)

ACTVS V

ACT V

ENTER _Nicobulus_ IN A RAGE, WITHOUT SEEING _Philoxenus_.

_Nic._

Quicumque ubi ubi sunt, qui fuerunt quique futuri sunt posthac
stulti, stolidi, fatui, fungi, bardi, blenni, buccones,
solus ego omnis longe antideo
stultitia et moribus indoctis.
perii, pudet: hocine me aetatis
ludos bis factum esse indigne? 1090

Of all the silly, stupid, fatuous, fungus-grown, doddering,
drivelling dolts anywhere, past or future, I alone am far
and away ahead of the whole lot of 'em in silliness and
absurd behaviour! Damnation! I'm ashamed! The idea of my
being made a fool of twice at my time of life in this
outrageous fashion!

magis quam id reputo, tam magis uror
quae meus filius turbavit.
perditus sum atque eradicatus
sum, omnibus exemplis excrucior.
omnia me mala consectantur,
omnibus exitiis interii.

The more I think it over, the hotter I get at my son's
devilry! I'm ruined, eradicated, tortured every way!
Every kind of trouble is upon me: I've died every kind
of death!

Chrysalus med hodie laceravit,
Chrysalus me miserum spoliavit:
is me scelus auro usque attondit
dolis doctis indoctum, ut lubitumst.

I've been mangled to-day by Chrysalus, stripped, poor
wretch, by Chrysalus! He has she