Hercle istum di omnes perduint. verbo cave supplicassis.
  ferox est viginti minas meas tractare sese.
  nemo accipit aufer te domum, abscede hinc, molestus ne sis.

Be damned to the fellow! (to Libanus) Not a word of entreaty, you!  He’s puffed up at having the handling of my eighty pounds. (to trader) No one will take it!  Home with you!  Away with you!  Don’t bother me!

Merc.
    Trader

  Nimis iracunde. non decet superbum esse hominem servom. 470

      (scoffingly) Quite in a pet!  The idea of a mere slave
      being arrogant!

Leon.

  Malo hercle iam magno tuo, ni isti nec recte dicis.

      (to Libanus) By heaven, you’ll soon pay dear for it, if
      you don’t abuse him!

Lib.

  Impure, nihili. non vides irasci?

      (loudly to trader) You dirty thing, you, you good for
      nothing! (in lower tone) Don’t you see he’s angry?

Leon.

  Perge porro.

      (to Libanus) Go on, get at him!

Lib.

  Flagitum hominis. da, obsecro, argentum huic, ne male loquatur.

      (loudly) You scandal of a man! (in lower tone) Do give
      him the money, for heaven’s sake, so that he won’t call you
      bad names.

Merc.
    Trader

  Malum hercle vobis quaeritis.

      Gad!  It’s a bad time you two are looking for.

Leon.

  Crura hercle diffringentur,
  ni istum impudicum percies.

      (to Libanus) By the Lord, your legs shall be broken to
      splinters, if you don’t give that shameless rascal a blowing
      up.

Lib.

  Perii hercle. age impudice,
  sceleste, non audes mihi scelesto subvenire?

      (to trader in low tone) Oh Lord!  I’m in for it! (loudly)
      Come, you shameless rascal, you wretch, won’t you help me,
      poor wretch that I am?

Leon.

  Pergin precari pessimo?

      (to Libanus) Continuing to coax that criminal, are you?

Merc.
    Trader

  Quae res? tun libero homini
  male servos loquere?

      (getting indignant) How is this?  You dare to abuse a free
      man, you, you slave?

Leon.

  Vapula.

      You be thrashed!

Merc.
    Trader

  Id quidem tibi hercle fiet,
  ut vapules, Demaenetum simulac conspexero hodie.[12] 479

      Be thrashed?  Precisely what will be done to you, by gad, the
      moment I set eyes on Demaenetus to-day!

Leon.

  Quid, verbero? ain tu, furcifer? erum nos fugitare censes? 484-485
  ei nunciam ad erum, quo vocas, iam dudum quo volebas.