(_to Philoxenus_) Do you see how he suffers at your son, his chum, being corrupted; how his very soul is tormented?
Mnesiloche, hoc tecum oro, ut illius animum atque ingenium regas; serva tibi sodalem et mihi filium.
Mnesilochus, try to control the lad’s impulses and disposition, I beg you. Save your chum for yourself and my son for me.
Melius esset, me quoque una si cum illo relinqueres.
(_to Philoxenus_) It would be better for you to leave me with him, too.
Mnesiloche, cura, ei, concastiga hominem probe, qui dedecorat te, me amicosque alios flagitiis suis.
Mnesilochus, take charge of him! Go, rate him well--for degrading you, and me and his other friends with his enormities.
In te ego hoc onus omne impono. Lyde, sequere hac me.
I put the whole load on your shoulders. (_turns to go_) This way, Lydus; come.
(_gloomily_) Very well. [EXEUNT _Philoxenus_ AND _Lydus_.
Inimiciorem nunc utrum credam magis 500 sodalemne esse an Bacchidem, incertum admodumst. ilium exoptavit potius? habeat. optumest. ne illa illud hercle cum malo fecit suo; nam mihi divini numquam quisquam creduat, ni ego illam exemplis plurumis planeque--amo. ego faxo hau dicet nactam quem derideat.
(_tempestuously_) I absolutely can’t tell which is my worse enemy now, my chum or Bacchis. Hankered for him instead of me, did she? Let her have him! All right, all right! By heaven, she’ll certainly pay for this; for may no one ever believe my sacred word again, if I don’t thoroughly and utterly--(_wryly_) love her. She shan’t say she’s lighted on a man she can laugh to scorn, I promise you.
nam iam domum ibo atque--aliquid surrupiam patri. id isti dabo. ego istanc multis ulciscar modis. adeo ego illam cogam usque ut mendicet--meus pater. sed satine ego animum mente sincera gero, qui ad hunc modum haec his quae futura fabulor? 510 amo hercle opinor, ut pote quod pro certo sciam.
For I’ll home this minute, and--steal something from my father and give it to her. I’ll be revenged on her in all sorts of ways. Yes indeed, I’ll bring her to such a pass that--my father will have to beg his bread. But can I really be in possession of my senses, babbling here in this fashion about these futurities? Good Lord! I do believe I love her-- seeing I know it for certain.