I would, if it appealed to me.

Eun.

  In rem hoc tuam est.

      It would be a good thing for you.

Mega.

Ut quidem emoriar prius quam ducam. sed his legibus si quam dare vis ducam:  quae cras veniat, perendie foras feratur; his legibus dare vis? cedo:  nuptias adorna.

Yes—­to die before marrying. (pause) All right.  I’ll marry anyone you please, on this condition, though:  her wedding to-morrow, and her wake the day after.  Still wish it, on this condition?  Produce her!  Arrange for the festivities!

Eun.

  Cum maxima possum tibi, frater, dare dote;
  sed est grandior natu:  media est mulieris aetas.
  eam si iubes, frater, tibi me poscere, poscam. 160

      I can get you one with ever so big a dowry, dear.  To be
      sure, she’s not a young girl—­middle-aged, as a matter of
      fact.  I’ll see about it for you, brother, if you want.

Mega.

  Num non vis me interrogare te?

      You don’t mind my asking you a question, I dare say?

Eun.

  Immo, si quid vis, roga.

      Why, of course not; anything you like.

Mega.

  Post mediam aetatem qui media ducit uxorem domum,
  si eam senex anum praegnatem fortuito fecerit,
  quid dubitas, quin sit paratum nomen puero Postumus?

Now supposing a man pretty well on in life marries a lady of maturity and this aged female should happen to show intentions of making the old fellow a father—­can you doubt but that the name in store for that youngster is Postumus?[A]

        [Footnote A:  The last born, or born after the father’s
        death.]

nunc ego istum, soror, laborem demam et deminuam tibi. ego virtute deum et maiorum nostrum dives sum satis. istas magnas factiones, animos, dotes dapsiles, clamores, imperia, eburata vehicla, pallas, purpuram, nil moror quae in servitutem sumptibus redigunt viros.

See here, sister, I’ll relieve you of all this and save you trouble.  I’m rich enough, thanks be to heaven and our forbears.  And I have no fancy at all for those ladies of high station and hauteur and fat dowries, with their shouting and their ordering and their ivory trimmed carriages and their purple and fine linen that cost a husband his liberty.

Eun.

  Dic mihi, quaeso, quis ea est quam vis ducere uxorem?

      For mercy’s sake tell me who you do want to marry, then!

Mega.

  Eloquar. 170
  nostin hunc senem Euclionem ex proximo pauperculum?

      I’m going to.  You know the old gentleman—­rather hard up,
      poor fellow,—­that lives next door, Euclio?