You just keep still. Oh, but I’ll make life miserable for him, I swear I will! _Par._ Ego istuc scio, ita fore illi dum quidem cum illo nupta eris. I have no doubt about that, just as long as he is your husband. _Art._ Ego censeo. 870 eum[30] etiam hominem in senatu dare operam aut clientibus, ibi labore delassatum noctem totam stertere: ille opere foris faciendo lassus noctu ad me advenit; fundum alienum arat, incultum familiarem deserit. is etiam corruptus porro suom corrumpit filium. (_too irate to notice unflattering accent_) Yes, indeed! He busy in the Senate or helping his clients! He wearied out by his labours there, there, that he spends the whole night snoring! It is business away from home that makes him turn up at night all weary--the business of ploughing other people’s fields and leaving his own uncultivated. Corrupt himself, he actually goes on and corrupts his own son. _Par._ Sequere hac me modo, iam faxo ipsum hominem manifesto opprimas. Just follow me this way: I’ll soon make you drop on our gentleman in the very act. _Art._ Nihil ecastor est quod facere mavelim. Ah-h-h! There’s nothing I’d like better! _Par._ Mane dum. Hm! wait! (_goes quietly to Cleareta’s door, peeps in and comes back_) _Art._ Quid est? What’s the matter? _Par._ Possis, si forte accubantem tuom virum conspexeris cum corona amplexum amicam, si videas, cognoscere? If you happened to spy your husband stretched out on a banquet couch with a garland on and a girl in his arms--if you saw him, could you recognize him? _Art._ Possum ecastor. Indeed I can! _Par._ Em tibi hominem. (_taking her cautiously to the door_) Behold your man! _Art._ Perii. (_peeping_) Dreadful, dreadful! _Par._ Paulisper mane. 880 aucupemus ex insidiis clanculum quam rem gerant. (_drawing her aside_) Wait a bit! Let’s lie in ambush and spy what’s going on without being seen. _Argyr._ Quid modi, pater, amplexando facies? (_resentfully_) Father! When is that hug going to end? _Dem._ Fateor, gnate mi-- (_somewhat embarrassed_) I admit, my dear boy,-- _Argyr._ Quid fatere? Admit what? _Dem._ Me ex amore huius corruptum oppido. That this lady is altogether too much for my sense of decorum. _Par._ Audin quid ait? (_to Artemona_) Do you hear what he says? _Art._ Audio. I hear! _Dem._ Egon ut non domo uxori meae subripiam in deliciis pallam quam habet, atque ad te deferam? non edepol conduci possum vita uxoris annua. (_to Philaenium_) Not steal my wife’s pet mantle from home and bring it to you? By heaven, I couldn’t be hired not to-- not if she should die within the year. _Par._