Hurry up with the dishes inside there and give them a good scouring. I have betrothed my daughter: she marries Megadorus here to-day. _Staph._ Di bene vortant. verum ecastor non potest, subitum est nimis. God bless them! (_hastily_) Goodness, though! It can’t be done. This is too sudden. _Eucl._ Tace atque abi. curata fac sint cum a foro redeam domum; atque aedis occlude; iam ego hic adero. Silence! Off with you! Have things ready by the time I get back from the forum. And lock the door, mind; I shall be here soon. [EXIT Euclio. _Staph._ Quid ego nunc agam? nunc nobis prope adest exitium, mi atque erili filiae, nunc probrum atque partitudo prope adest ut fiat palam; quod celatum atque occultatum est usque adhuc, nunc non potest. ibo intro, ut erus quae imperavit facta, cum veniat, sient. nam ecastor malum maerore metuo ne mixtum bibam. What shall I do now? Now we’re all but ruined, the young mistress and me: now it’s all but public property about her being disgraced and brought to bed. We can’t conceal it, we can’t keep it dark any longer now. But I must go in and do what master ordered me before he gets back. Oh deary me! I’m afraid I’ve got to take a drink of trouble and tribulation mixed. [EXIT _Staphyla_ INTO HOUSE. II. 4. Scene 4. (_An hour has elapsed._) ENTER _Pythodicus_ BRINGING COOKS, _Anthrax_ AND _Congrio_, MUSIC GIRLS, _Phrygia_ AND _Eleusium_, AND ATTENDANTS, WITH PROVISIONS FROM THE MARKET AND TWO LAMBS. _Pyth._ Postquam obsonavit erus et conduxit coquos 280 tibicinasque hasce apud forum, edixit mihi ut dispertirem obsonium hic bifariam. (_importantly_) After master did the marketing and hired the cooks and these music girls at the forum, he told me to take and divide all he’d got into two parts. _Anthr._ Me quidem hercle, dicam tibi palam, non divides. si quo tu totum me ire vis, operam dabo. By Jupiter, you shan’t make two parts of me, let me tell you that plainly! If you’d like to have the whole of me anywhere, why, I’ll accommodate you. _Cong._ Bellum et pudicum vero prostibulum popli. post si quis vellet, te hand non velles dividi. (_to Anthrax_) You pretty boy, yes, you nice little everybody’s darling, you! Why, if anyone wanted to make two parts of a real man out of you, you oughtn’t to be cut up about it. _Pyth._ Atque ego istuc, Anthrax, alio vorsum dixeram, non istuc quo tu insimulas. sed erus nuptias meus hodie faciet. Now, now, Anthrax, I mean that otherwise from what you make out. Look here, my master’s marrying to-day. _Anthr._ Cuius ducit filiam? Who’s the lady? _Pyth._