Lord! He wouldn’t make you a loan of his hunger, no sir, not if you begged him for it. Why, the other day when a barber cut his nails for him he collected all the clippings and took ’em home. _Anthr._ Edepol mortalem parce parcum praedicas. My goodness, he’s quite a tight one, from what you say. _Pyth._ Censen vero adeo esse parcum et miserum vivere? pulmentum pridem ei eripuit milvos: homo ad praetorem plorabundus devenit; infit ibi postulare plorans, eiulans, ut sibi liceret milvom vadarier. sescenta sunt quae memorem, si sit otium. 320 sed uter vestrorum est celerior? memora mihi. Honest now, would you believe a man could be so tight and live so wretched? Once a kite flew off with a bit of food of his: down goes the fellow to the magistrate’s, blubbering all the way, and there he begins, howling and yowling, demanding to have the kite bound over for trial. Oh, I could tell hundreds of stories about him if I had time. (_to both cooks_) But which of you is the quicker? Tell me that. _Anthr._ Ego, et multo melior. I am, and a whole lot better, too. _Pyth._ Cocum ego, non furem rogo. At cooking I mean, not thieving. _Anthr._ Cocum ergo dico. Well, I mean cooking. _Pyth._ Quid tu ais? (_to Congrio_) And how about you? _Cong._ Sic sum ut vides. (_with a meaning glance at Anthrax_) I’m what I look. _Anthr._ Cocus ille nundinalest, in nonum diem solet ire coctum. He’s nothing but a market-day cook, that chap: he only gets a job once a week. _Cong._ Tun, trium litterarum homo me vituperas? fur. You running me down, you? You five letter man, you! You T-H-I-E-F! _Anthr._ Etiam fur, trifurcifer. Five letter man youself! Yes, and five times--penned! II. 5. Scene 5. _Pyth._ Tace nunciam tu, atque agnum hinc uter est pinguior cape atque abi intro ad nos. (_to Anthrax_) Come, come, shut up, you: and this fattest lamb here, (_pointing_) take it and go over to our house. _Anthr._ Licet. (_grinning triumphantly at Congrio_) Aye, aye, sir. [EXIT _Anthrax_ INTO HOUSE OF _Megadorus_ LEADING LAMB. _Pyth._ Tu, Congrio, quem illic reliquit agnum, eum sume atque abi [3]intro illuc, et vos illum sequimini. vos ceteri ite huc ad nos. Congrio, you take this one he’s left (_pointing_) and go into that house there, (_pointing to Euclio’s_) and as for you, (_indicating some of the attendants_) you follow him. The rest of you come over to our house. _Cong._ Hercle iniuria 330 dispertivisti: pinguiorem agnum isti habent. Hang it! That’s no way to divide: they’ve got the fattest lamb. _Pyth._ At nunc tibi dabitur pinguior tibicina. i sane cum illo, Phrugia. tu autem, Eleusium, huc intro abi ad nos.