Mer.

  Prodigum te fuisse oportet olim in adulescentia.

      You must have been a waster ... in your ... younger days.

Amph.

  Quidum?

      How so?

Mer.

  Quia senecta aetate a me mendicas malum.

      Well ... here you are in your declining years begging ... me
      for trouble.

Amph.

  Cum cruciatu tuo istaec hodie, verna, verba funditas.

      You shall soon suffer for this flow of language, you drudge.

Mer.

  Sacrufico ego tibi.

      I’m sacrificing to ye, I am.

Amph.

  Qui?

      How?

Mer.

  Quia enim te macto infortunio.

      (slyly poising a pail of water) Why, because I’m making
      you an offering of a ... calamity.

[At this point there is a gap in the MSS.  Only a few lines have been preserved.  Leo outlines the lost part as follows:  After Mercury has had sufficient amusement with Amphitryon, the disturbance calls Alcmena from within.  She has a dispute with her husband—­Jupiter had left her earlier so that he might offer sacrifice—­and shuts him out of the house.  Perhaps Amphitryon went away to summon friends to aid him:  at any rate, Sosia appears with Blepharo and gets a bad welcome from his master, despite Blepharo’s patronage, and then escapes.  Jupiter comes out of the house.  Husband and lover abuse each other vigorously and a scuffle ensues.  Blepharo is appealed to by Amphitryon, only to be made ridiculous by Jupiter.]

Amph.

  At ego te cruce et cruciatu mactabo, mastigia.  I

      But I’ll make you an offering of torture and torment, you
      whipping post.

Mer.

  Erus Amphitruost occupatus.  II

      The master, Amphitryon, is busy.

Mer.

  abiendi nunc tibi etiam occasiost.  III (XV LG)

      ——­now you still have a chance to leave.

Mer.

  Optimo iure infringatur aula cineris in caput.  IV (III)

      It would serve you right to have a pot of ashes broken on
      your head.

Mer.

  Ne tu postules matulam unam tibi aquae infundi in caput V (IV)

      You would certainly ask to have one jar of water emptied on
      your head.

Mer.

  Larvatu’s edepol hominem miserum medicum quaerita.  VI (VII)

      Bewitched!  Dear, dear! poor man!  Look for a doctor.

Alc.

  Exiuravisti te mihi dixe per iocum.  VII (XI)

      You swore solemnly that you said it to me in fun.