In good faith.

Hegio

  Di immortales, iterum gnatus videor, si vera autumas.

      Great heavens!  I feel like a new man, if what you say is
      true.

Erg.

  Ain tu? dubium habebis etiam, sancte quom ego iurem tibi?
  postremo, Hegio, si parva iuri iurandost fides,
  vise ad portum.

Eh?  How’s that?  You’ll still doubt me when I’d give you my sacred word on it?  Very well then, Hegio, if my solemn oath is insufficient for you, go down to the harbour and see for yourself.

Hegio

  Facere certumst. tu intus cura quod opus est.
  sume, posce, prome quid vis. te facio cellarium.

      (excited) Precisely what I will do.  You go inside and
      attend to what’s needed.  Take anything you want, ask for it,
      get it from the store-room.  I make you butler.

Erg.

  Nam hercle, nisi mantiscinatus probe ero, fusti pectito.

      (wild with joy) Now by Jupiter, if I don’t do some
      handsome catering, comb me down with a club!

Hegio

  Aeternum tibi dapinabo victum, si vera autumas.

      I’ll dinner you till doomsday, if it’s true.

Erg.

  Unde id?

      And who’s to pay?

Hegio

  A me meoque gnato.

      I and my son.

Erg.

  Sponden tu istud?

      I have your word on that?

Hegio

  Spondeo.

      My word.

Erg.

  At ego tuom tibi advenisse filium respondeo.

      And for my part, my word to you is—­your son has arrived.

Hegio

  Cura quam optume potes.

      (making off toward harbour) Attend to everything the
      very best you can.

IV. 3.

    Scene 3.

Erg.

Bene ambula et redambula. 900 illic hinc abiit, mihi rem summam credidit cibariam. di immortales, iam ut ego collos praetruncabo tegoribus, quanta pernis pestis veniet, quanta labes larido, quanta sumini absumedo, quanta callo calamitas, quanta laniis lassitudo, quanta porcinariis.

A pleasant walk and—­backwalk—­to you. [EXIT Hegio] He’s gone!  And the whole blessed commissariat left to me!  Ye immortal gods! how I’ll knock necks off backs now!  Ah, ham’s case is hopeless, and bacon’s in a bad, bad way!  And sow’s udder—­done for utterly!  Oh, how pork rind will go to pot!  Butchers and pig-dealers—­won’t I bustle ’em!

  nam si alia memorem, quae ad ventris victum conducunt, morast.
  nunc ibo, ut pro praefectura mea ius dicam larido,
  et quae pendent indemnatae pernae, eis auxilium ut feram.