(_ingenuously_) You should believe me, I believe, just as I should believe you.
(_hurriedly_) Oh, no, no! I do believe, of course!
At scin etiam quomodo? aquam hercle plorat, cum lavat, profundere.
But listen to this, will you? Upon my word, after he takes a bath it just breaks him all up to throw away the water.
Censen talentum magnum exorari pote ab istoc sene ut det, qui fiamus liberi? 310
D’ye think the old buck could be induced to make us a present of a couple of hundred pounds to buy ourselves off with?
Famem hercle utendam si roges, numquam dabit. quin ipsi pridem tonsor unguis dempserat: collegit, omnia abstulit praesegmina.
Lord! He wouldn’t make you a loan of his hunger, no sir, not if you begged him for it. Why, the other day when a barber cut his nails for him he collected all the clippings and took ’em home.
My goodness, he’s quite a tight one, from what you say.
Censen vero adeo esse parcum et miserum vivere? pulmentum pridem ei eripuit milvos: homo ad praetorem plorabundus devenit; infit ibi postulare plorans, eiulans, ut sibi liceret milvom vadarier. sescenta sunt quae memorem, si sit otium. 320 sed uter vestrorum est celerior? memora mihi.
Honest now, would you believe a man could be so tight and live so wretched? Once a kite flew off with a bit of food of his: down goes the fellow to the magistrate’s, blubbering all the way, and there he begins, howling and yowling, demanding to have the kite bound over for trial. Oh, I could tell hundreds of stories about him if I had time. (_to both cooks_) But which of you is the quicker? Tell me that.
(_with a meaning glance at Anthrax_) I’m what I look.
Cocus ille nundinalest, in nonum diem solet ire coctum.
He’s nothing but a market-day cook, that chap: he only gets a job once a week.
Tun, trium litterarum homo me vituperas? fur.
You running me down, you? You five letter man, you! You T-H-I-E-F!
Five letter man youself! Yes, and five times--penned!
Tace nunciam tu, atque agnum hinc uter est pinguior cape atque abi intro ad nos.
(_to Anthrax_) Come, come, shut up, you: and this fattest lamb here, (_pointing_) take it and go over to our house.
(_grinning triumphantly at Congrio_) Aye, aye, sir.
[EXIT _Anthrax_ INTO HOUSE OF _Megadorus_ LEADING LAMB.