Upon my word, Euclio! So you think I am the proper sort of man to make a fool of, at my time of life, and without the slightest reason. _Eucl._ Neque edepol, Megadore, facio, neque. si cupiam, copia est. Bless my soul! I’m not making a fool of you, Megadorus: I couldn’t if I would. _Mega._ Quid nunc? etiam mihi despondes filiam? (_doubtfully_) Well now, do you mean I am to have your daughter? _Eucl._ Illis legibus, cum illa dote quam tibi dixi. On the understanding she goes with the dowry I mentioned. _Mega._ Sponden ergo? You consent, then? _Eucl._ Spondeo. I consent. _Mega._ Di bene vertant. And may God prosper us! _Eucl._ Ita di faxint. illud facito ut memineris convenisse ut ne quid dotis mea ad te afferret filia. Yes, yes,--and mind you remember our agreement about the dowry: she doesn’t bring you a single penny. _Mega._ Memini. I remember. _Eucl._ At scio quo vos soleatis pacto perplexarier. pactum non pactum est, non pactum pactum est, quod vobis lubet. 260 But I know the way you folks have of juggling things: now it’s on and now it’s off, now it’s off and now it’s on, just as you like. _Mega._ Nulla controversia mihi tecum erit. sed nuptias num quae causa est quin faciamus hodie? You shall have no occasion to quarrel with me. But about the marriage--there’s no reason for not having it to-day, is there? _Eucl._ Immo edepol optuma. Dear, dear, no! The very thing, the very thing! _Mega._ Ibo igitur, parabo. numquid me vis? I’ll go and make arrangements, then, (_turning to leave_) Anything else I can do? _Eucl._ Istuc. ei et vale. Only that. Go along. Good-bye. _Mega._ Heus, Pythodice, sequere propere me ad macellum strenue. (_calling at the door of his house_) Hey, Pythodicus! quick! [_ENTER Pythodicus_] Down to the market with me--come, look alive! [EXEUNT. _Eucl._ Illic hinc abiit. di immortales, obsecro, aurum quid valet.[1] (265) id inhiat, ea affinitatem hanc obstinavit gratia. (267) Ubi tu es, quae deblateravisti iam vicinis omnibus, meae me filiae daturum dotem? heus, Staphyla, te voco. ecquid audis? (_looking after them_) He’s gone! Ah, ye immortal gods, doesn’t money count! That is what he’s gaping after. That is why he’s so set on being my son-in-law. (_goes to the door and calls_) Where are you, you blabber, telling the whole neighbourhood I’m going to give my daughter a dowry! Hi-i! Staphyla! It’s you I’m calling. Can’t you hear! II. 3. Scene 3. ENTER _Staphyla_. _Eucl._ Vascula intus pure propera atque elue: 270 filiam despondi ego: hodie huic nuptum Megadoro dabo.