Ubi nugivendis res soluta est omnibus, ibi ad postremum cedit miles, aes petit. itur, putatur ratio cum argentario, miles inpransus astat, aes censet dari. ubi disputata est ratio cum argentario, etiam ipsus ultro debet argentario. 530 spes prorogatur militi in alium diem. When you’ve got all these fellows of fluff and ruffles satisfied, along comes a military man, bringing up the rear, and wants to collect the army tax. You go and have a reckoning with your banker, your military gentleman standing by and missing his lunch in the expectation of getting some cash. After you and the banker have done figuring, you find you owe him money too, and the military man has his hopes postponed till another day. haec sunt atque aliae multae in magnis dotibus. incommoditates sumptusque intolerabiles nam quae indotata est, ea in potestate est viri; dotatae mactant et malo et damno viros sed eccum adfinem ante aedes. quid agis, Euclio? These are some of the nuisances and intolerable expenses that big dowries let you in for, and there are plenty more. Now a wife that doesn’t bring you a penny--a husband has some control over her; it’s the dowered ones that pester the life out of their husbands with the way they cut up and squander. (_seeing Euclio_) But there’s my new relative in front of the house! How are you, Euclio? III. 6. Scene 6. _Eucl._ Nimium lubenter edi sermonem tuom. Gratified, highly gratified with your discourse--I devoured it. _Mega._ An audivisti? Eh? you heard? _Eucl._ Usque a principio omnia. Every word of it. _Mega._ Tamen meo quidem animo aliquanto facias rectius, si nitidior sis filiai nuptus. 540 (_looking him over_) But I say, though, I do think it would be a little more in keeping, if you were to spruce up a bit for your daughter’s wedding. _Eucl._ Pro re nitorem et gloriam pro copia qui habent, meminerunt sese unde oriundi sient. neque pol, Megadore, mihi neque quoiquam pauperi opinione melius res structa est domi. (_whining_) Folks with the wherewithal and means to let ’em spruce up and look smart remember who they are. My goodness, Megadorus! I haven’t got a fortune piled up at home (_peers slyly under cloak_) any more than people think, and no other poor man has, either. _Mega._ Immo est quod satis est, et di faciant ut siet plus plusque et istuc sospitent quod nunc habes. (_genially_) Ah well, you’ve got enough, and heaven make it more and more, and bless you in what you have now. _Eucl._ Illud mihi verbum non placet “quod nunc habes.” tam hoc scit me habere quam egomet. anus fecit palam.