Maxime. te, Philaenium, mihi atque uxoris mortem, hoc Venerium est. pueri, plaudite et mi ob iactum cantharo mulsum date. By all means. (_as he throws_) Here’s to you for me, Philaenium, and my wife for the tomb! (_looking at throw_) Ha! The Venus![F] (_to servants_) A cheer, lads, and some mead from the tankard for that throw! [Footnote F: The highest throw.] _Art._ Non queo durare. (_aside to Parasite_) This is intolerable! _Par._ Si non didicisti fulloniam, non mirandum est.[31] in oculos invadi optumum est. (_aside to Artemona_) No wonder, if you never learned the fuller’s[G] trade. Your best plan is to make a dash for his eyes. [Footnote G: Fullers being accustomed to unpleasant smells.] _Art._ Ego pol vivam et tu istaec hodie cum tuo magno malo invocavisti. (_bursting into house_) My heavens, sir, I will live, and you shall pay dear for that petition of yours just now! (_tableau_) _Par._ Ecquis currit pollictorem accersere? 910 (_gleefully_) Run, some one, and fetch the undertaker! _Argyr._ Mater, salve. (_innocently_) How do you do, mother? _Art._ Sat salutis. Enough of your how d’ye do-ing! _Par._ Mortuost Demaenetus. tempus est subducere hinc me; pulchre hoc gliscit proelium. ibo ad Diabolum, mandata dicam facta ut voluerit, atque interea ut decumbamus suadebo, hi dum litigant. (_aside_) Demaenetus is dead. Time for me to retire from the scene; the battle waxes finely. I’ll off to Diabolus and tell him his mandates are executed to the letter, yes, and suggest our taking dinner meantime, while they fight it out. poste demum huc cras adducam ad lenam, ut viginti minas ei det, in partem hac amanti ut liceat ei potirier. Argyrippus exorari spero poterit, ut sinat sese alternas cum illo noctes hac frui. nam ni impetro, regem perdidi: ex amore tantum est homini incendium. Then to-morrow when it’s over I’ll bring him back to the Madame so that he may give her the eighty pounds and get her permission for his fond self to go shares in the girl here. I do hope Argyrippus can be induced to let him have her half the time. For if I don’t get so much out of him, I have lost a patron--all one blaze of love, as the fellow is. [EXIT _Parasite._ _Art._ Quid tibi hunc receptio ad te est meum virum? (_to Philaenium_) What do you mean by receiving this man at your house--my husband? _Phil._ Pol me quidem 920 miseram odio enicavit. Dear, dear! Why, I’m fairly bored to death by him, for my part. _Art._ Surge, amator, i domum. (_standing over Demaenetus_) Get up, my gallant; home with you! _Dem._ Nullus sum.