(_fondling him_) And both of us, then,--do rescue us, please, please! _Argyr._ O Libane, mi patrone, mi trade istuc. magis decorumst libertum potius quam patronum onus in via portare. 690 O Libanus, my dear patron, do hand it over to me! A freedman is the proper person to carry a load on the street, not his patron. _Phil._ Mi Libane, ocellus aureus, donum decusque amoris, amabo, faciam quod voles, da istuc argentum nobis. My own Libanus, my little golden treasure boy, love’s gift and glory, oh, I’ll adore you, do anything for you, only give us that money! _Lib._ Dic igitur med aniticulam, columbam vel catellum, hirundinem, monerulam, passerculum putillum, fac proserpentem bestiam me, duplicem ut habeam linguam, circumda torquem bracchiis, meum collum circumplecte. Then call me your little ducky, dovey, doggieboy, your swallow, 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.