ms. But you--what is your trouble?

_Nic._

Pol mihi par, idem est quod tibi.

Good Lord! The same as yours.

_Phil._

Numquid nam ad filium haec aegritudo attinet? 1110

This dolefulness of yours has something to do with your son,
eh?

_Nic._

Admodum.

(_morosely_) Rather!

_Phil._

Idem mihi morbus in pectorest.

The same ailment is worrying me.

_Nic._

At mihi Chrysalus optumus homo
perdidit filium, me atque rem omnem meam.

Well, but Chrysalus--that pattern of excellence--has ruined
my boy and me and all that's mine!

_Phil._

Quid tibi ex filio nam, obsecro, aegrest?

What in the world has your son done to vex you, pray?

_Nic._

Scies:
id, perit cum tuo: ambo aeque amicas habent.

You shall know: this--he's going to the dogs along with
yours: the both of them alike have mistresses.

_Phil._

Qui scis?

How do you know?

_Nic._

Vidi.

I saw.

_Phil._

Ei mihi, disperii.

(_with apparent conviction_) Oh dear me! Terrible,
terrible!

_Nic._

Quid dubitamus pultare atque hue evocare ambos foras?

Why don't we go straight up and knock; and call them both
out here?

_Phil._

Haud moror.

(_lukewarm_) I have no objection.

_Nic._

Heus Bacchis, iube sic actutum aperiri fores,
nisi mavoltis fores et postes comminui securibus.

(_pounding on Bacchis's door_) Hi! Bacchis! Be so good as to
have the door opened this instant, unless you prefer to have
door and doorposts smashed in with axes!

V. 2.

Scene 2.

_Bacch._

Quis sonitu ac tumultu tanto nominat me atque pultat aedes? 1120

(_within_) Who's raising such a din and uproar, calling me
and beating on the house?

ENTER THE TWO _Bacchises_ INTO DOORWAY.

_Nic._

Ego atque hic.

This gentleman and I.

_Bacch._

Quid hoc est negoti nam, amabo?
quis has hue ovis adegit?

(_to sister after surveying them_) Mercy me, dear, what does
this mean? Who drove these sheep here?

_Nic._

Ovis nos vocant pessumae.

(_to Philoxenus_) They're calling us sheep, the sluts!

_Soror_

Pastor harum
dormit, quom haec eunt sic a pecu balitantes.

Their shepherd must be taking a nap, to let them straggle
off from the flock this way, bleating.

_Bacch._