Vicini huius Euclionis senis e proximo. 290 ei adeo obsoni hinc iussit dimidium dari, cocum alterum itidemque alteram tibicinam. Daughter of old Euclio that lives next door here. Yes sir, and what’s more, he’s to have half this stuff here, and one cook and one music girl, too, so master said. _Anthr._ Nempe huc dimidium dicis, dimidium domum? You mean to say half goes to him and half to you folks? _Pyth._ Nempe sicut dicis. Just what I do mean. _Anthr._ Quid? hic non poterat de suo senex obsonari filiai nuptiis? I say, couldn’t the old boy pay for the catering for his daughter’s wedding his own self? _Pyth._ Vah. (_scornfully_) Pooh! _Anthr._ Quid negotist? What’s the matter? _Pyth._ Quid negoti sit rogas? pumex non aeque est aridus atque hic est senex. The matter, eh? You couldn’t squeeze as much out of that old chap as you could out of a pumice stone. _Anthr._ Ain tandem? (_incredulously_) Oh, really now! _Pyth._ Ita esse ut dixi. tute existuma: quin divom atque hominum clamat continue fidem,[2] suam rem periisse seque eradicarier, 300 de suo tigillo fumus si qua exit foras. quin cum it dormitum, follem obstringit ob gulam. That’s a fact. Judge for yourself. Why, I tell you he begins bawling for heaven and earth to witness that he’s bankrupt, gone to everlasting smash, the moment a puff of smoke from his beggarly fire manages to get out of his house. Why, when he goes to bed he strings a bag over his jaws. _Anthr._ Cur? What for? _Pyth._ Ne quid animae forte amittat dormiens. So as not to chance losing any breath when he’s asleep. _Anthr._ Etiamue obturat inferiorem gutturem, ne quid animai forte amittat dormiens? Oh yes! And he puts a stopper on his lower windpipe, doesn’t he, so as not to chance losing any breath while he’s asleep? _Pyth._ Haec mihi te ut tibi med aequom est, credo, credere. (_ingenuously_) You should believe me, I believe, just as I should believe you. _Anthr._ Immo equidem credo. (_hurriedly_) Oh, no, no! I do believe, of course! _Pyth._ At scin etiam quomodo? aquam hercle plorat, cum lavat, profundere. But listen to this, will you? Upon my word, after he takes a bath it just breaks him all up to throw away the water. _Anthr._ Censen talentum magnum exorari pote ab istoc sene ut det, qui fiamus liberi? 310 D’ye think the old buck could be induced to make us a present of a couple of hundred pounds to buy ourselves off with? _Pyth._ Famem hercle utendam si roges, numquam dabit. quin ipsi pridem tonsor unguis dempserat: collegit, omnia abstulit praesegmina.