you scaring him with murderous threats for?  We’ll give you a horrible time of it, he and I together.  You may have a sword, but we’ve got a little spit at home:  if you get me roused, I’ll up with it and stick you fuller of holes than a squealing shrewmouse.  Good Lord!  Why, I saw it all long ago—­how you’re suffering from the suspicion that he’s with the lady there.

Cleom.

  Immo est quoque.

      Suspicion?  He is there, too.

Chrys.

Ita me Iuppiter Iuno Ceres Minerva[23] Latona Spes Opis Virtus Venus Castor Polluces Mars Mercurius Hercules Summanus Sol Saturnus dique omnes ament, ut ille cum illa neque cubat neque ambulat neque osculatur neque illud quod dici solet.

(with unction) So help me Jupiter, Juno, Ceres, Minerva, Latona, Spes, Ops, Virtus, Venus, Castor, Pollux, Mars, Mercury, Hercules, Summanus, Sol, Saturn, and all the gods, he is neither lying with her, nor walking with her, nor kissing her, nor anything else he has the name of doing.

Nic.

  Ut iurat! servat me ille suis periuriis.

      (aside) What an oath!  The man is saving me by perjuring
      himself.

Cleom.

  Ubi nunc Mnesilochus ergost?

      Where is Mnesilochus at present, then?

Chrys.

  Rus misit pater,
  illa autem in arcem abiit aedem visere 900
  Minervae. nunc apertast. i, vise estne ibi.

      His father has sent him out to the farm.  As for the lady,
      she has gone to the Acropolis to visit Minerva’s temple. 
      It’s open now.  Go and see if she isn’t there.

Cleom.

  Abeo ad forum igitur.

      In that case, I’ll be off to the forum.

Chrys.

  Vel hercle in malam crucem.

      Or to blazes, if you like, by gad!

Cleom.

  Hodie exigam aurum hoc?

      Shall I get the money out of him to-day?

Chrys.

Exige, ac suspende te:  ne supplicare hunc censeas tibi, nihili homo, ille est amotus. sine me—­per te, ere, opsecro deos immortales—­ire huc intro ad filium.

Get it, and be hanged to you!  You needn’t think he will sue for favours from you, you riffraff. [EXIT Cleomachus] He’s sent packing. (fervently) In the name of heaven, sir, do let me go in here and see your son, I beseech you.

Nic.

  Quid eo intro ibis?

      Go in this house?  Why?

Chrys.

  Ut eum dictis plurumis
  castigem, cum haec sic facta ad hunc faciat modum.

      So that I may reprove him roundly for acting in such a way
      as this.

Nic.

  Immo oro ut facias, Chrysale, et ted opsecro,
  cave parsis in eum dicere.