ow, your little jackdaw, your little tootsie wootsie
sparrowkin: (_opening his mouth_) make a reptile of me and
let me have a double tongue in my mouth; throw a chain of
arms around me; clasp me close around my neck.

_Argyr._

Ten complectatur, carnufex?

Put her arms around you, you gallows-bird!

_Lib._

Quam vero indignus videor?
ne istuc nequiquam dixeris tam indignum dictum in me,
vehes pol hodie me, si quidem hoc argentum ferre speres.

An awful shame, isn't it, really now? Not to have you saying
such shameful things of me free of charge, you'll carry me
on your back to-day, by gad, that is, if you count on
getting this cash.

_Argyr._

Ten ego veham?

I carry you on my back--I?

_Lib._

Tun hoc feras argentum aliter a me? 700

See any other way of getting this cash, do you--you?

_Argyr._

Perii hercle. si verum quidem et decorum erum vehere servom,
inscende.

O damnation! Well, if it is right and proper for a master to
carry a servant on his back--get up.

_Lib._

Sic isti solent superbi subdomari.
asta igitur, ut consuetus es puer olim scin ut dicam?
em sic. abi, laudo, nec te equo magis est equos ullus sapiens.

Here's how those toplofty ones are tamified. Now then, stand
by--the way you used to do years ago as a boy. Know how I
mean? (_Argyrippus sidles up and bends over_) There! That's
it! Good for you! Capital! There isn't a more knowing bit of
horse-flesh than you anywhere.

_Argyr._

Inscende actutum.

Get up, and be quick about it!

_Lib._

Ego fecero hem quid istuc est? ut tu incedis?
demam hercle iam de hordeo, tolutim ni badizas.

(_springing on his shoulders_) So I will. (_Argyrippus moves
off slowly_) Hullo! What's the matter? How you do jog along!
By gad, I'll dock your barley directly, if you don't stir
yourself and gallop. (_Argyrippus gallops_)

_Argyr._

Amabo, Libane, iam sat est.

There's a good fellow, Libanus,--that's enough now!

_Lib._

Numquam hercle hodie exorabis
nam iam calcari quadrupedo agitabo advorsum clivom,
postidea ad pistores dabo, ut ibi cruciere currens.
asta ut descendam nunciam in proclivi, quamquam nequam es. 710

Not on your life--you don't beg off this day. Why, now I'm
going to dig the spurs in and trot