Dem.

  Decet verecundum esse adulescentem, Argyrippe.

      A young fellow should be modest, Argyrippus.

Argyr.

  Edepol, pater,
  merito tuo facere possum.

      Ah yes, father, I can behave as you deserve.

Dem.

  Age ergo, hoc agitemus convivium
  vino et[28] sermoni suavi. nolo ego metui, amari mavolo,
  mi gnate, me abs te.

      (jovially) Come on then, let’s have a lively banquet—­wine
      and sweet converse, my dears!  None of your filial awe for
      me:  your love is what I want, my lad.

Argyr.

  Pol ego utrumque facio, ut aequom est filium.

      (still more dolefully) Ah yes, father, I give you both,
      as a son should.

Dem.

  Credam istuc, si esse te hilarum videro.

      I’ll believe that, once I see you looking jolly.

Argyr.

  An tu me tristem putas?

      (with a deep sigh) You don’t think I’m ... melancholy ...
      do you?

Dem.

  Putem ego, quem videam aeque esse maestum ut quasi dies si dicta sit?

      Think so?  When you look as sepulchral as if you were
      docketed for trial!

Argyr.

  Ne dixis istuc.

      Don’t say that.

Dem.

  Ne sic fueris:  ilico ego non dixero. 839,840

      Don’t be that, and I’ll stop saying it soon enough.

Argyr.

  Em aspecta:  rideo.

      (making a dismal effort to look happy) Here now!  See!  I’m
      smiling.

Dem.

Utinam male qui mihi volunt sic rideant.

(dryly) I wish my enemies were blessed with a smile like
that.

Argyr.

Scio equidem quam ob rem me, pater, tu tristem
credas nunc tibi: 
quia istaec est tecum. atque ego quidem hercle ut verum
tibi dicam. pater,
ea res me male habet; at non eo, quia tibi non cupiam quae velis;
verum istam amo. aliam tecum esse equidem facile possum perpeti.

Of course I know why you think my bearing toward you now is melancholy, father,—­because she’s with you.  And good heavens, father, to tell you the truth, I—­it does make me miserable; not because I’m not eager to have your wishes gratified; but I love that girl.  If it was some other one, I shouldn’t mind at all, really I shouldn’t.

Dem.

  At ego hanc volo.

      I want this one, though.

Argyr.

  Ergo sunt quae exoptas:  mihi quae ego exoptem volo.

      Well then, you’ve got your desire:  I wish I could have the
      same luck!

Dem.

  Unum hunc diem perpetere, quoniam tibi potestatem dedi,
  cum hac annum ut esses, atque amanti argenti feci copiam.