Quia cultrum habes. Well, you carry a knife. _Cong._ Cocum decet. And so a cook should. _Eucl._ Quid comminatu’s mihi? And how about your threatening me? _Cong._ Istud male factum arbitror, quia non latus fodi. It’s a pity I didn’t jab it through you, I’m thinking. _Eucl._ Homo nullust te scelestior qui vivat hodie neque quoi ego de industria amplius male plus libens faxim. 420 There isn’t a more abandoned villain than you on the face of the earth, or one I’d be gladder to go out of my way to punish more, either. _Cong._ Pol etsi taceas, palam id quidem est: res ipsa testist; ita fustibus sum mollior magis quam ullus cinaedus. sed quid tibi nos tactiost, mendice homo? Good Lord! That’s evident enough, even if you didn’t say so: the facts speak for themselves. I’ve been clubbed till I’m looser than any fancy dancer. Now what did you mean by laying hands on me, you beggar? _Eucl._ Quae res? etiam rogitas? an quia minus quam aequom erat feci? What’s that? You dare ask me? Didn’t I do my duty by you--is that it? (_lifts cudgel_) _Cong._ Sine, at hercle cum magno malo tuo, si hoc caput sentit. (_backing away_) All right: but by gad, you’ll pay heavy for it, or I’m a numskull. _Eucl._ Pol ego haud scio quid post fuat: tuom nunc caput sentit. sed in aedibus quid tibi meis nam erat negoti me absente, nisi ego iusseram? volo scire. Hm! I don’t know anything about the future of your skull, but (_chuckling and tapping his cudgel_) it must be numb now. (_savagely_) See here, what the devil were you doing in my house without my orders while I was gone? That’s what I want to know. _Cong._ Tace ergo. quia venimus coctum ad nuptias. Well then, shut up. We came to cook for the wedding, that’s all. _Eucl._ Quid tu, malum, curas, utrum crudum an coctum ego edim, nisi tu mi es tutor? 430 And how does it concern you, curse you, whether I eat my food cooked or take it raw--unless you are my guardian? _Cong._ Volo scire, sinas an non sinas nos coquere his cenam? Are you going to let us cook dinner here or not? That’s what I want to know. _Eucl._ Volo scire ego item, meae domi mean salva futura? Yes, and I want to know whether my things at home will be safe? _Cong._ Utinam mea mihi modo auferam, quae adtuli, salva: me haud paenitet, tua ne expetam. All I hope is I can get safe away with my own things that I brought there. That’ll do for me: don’t worry about my hankering for anything you own. _Eucl._ Scio, ne doce, novi. (_incredulous_) I know. You needn’t go on. I quite understand. _Cong._ Quid est qua prohibes nunc gratia nos coquere hic cenam? quid fecimus, quid diximus tibi secus quam velles?