Quae te mala crux agitat? quid tibi mecum est commerci, senex? quid me adflictas? quid me raptas? qua me causa verberas? What the devil’s got into you? What business have you got with me, old fellow? What are you pounding me for? What are you jerking me along for? What do you mean by battering me? _Eucl._ Verberabilissime, etiam rogitas, non fur, sed trifur? (_still pummelling him_) Mean, eh? You batterissimo. You’re not a thief: you’re three thieves. _Strob._ Quid tibi surrupui? What did I steal from you? _Eucl._ Redde huc sis. (_threateningly_) You kindly give it back. _Strob._ Quid tibi vis reddam? Back? What back? _Eucl._ Rogas? A nice question! _Strob._ Nil equidem tibi abstuli. I didn’t take a thing from you, honestly. _Eucl._ At illud quod tibi abstuleras cedo. ecquid agis? Well, what you took dishonestly, then! Hand it over! Come, come, will you! _Strob._ Quid agam? Come, come, what? _Eucl._ Auferre non potes. You shan’t get away with it. _Strob._ Quid vis tibi? What is it you want? _Eucl._ Pone. Down with it! _Strob._ Id quidem pol te datare credo consuetum, senex. Down with it, eh! Looks as if you’d downed too much of it yourself already, old boy. _Eucl._ Pone hoc sis, aufer cavillam, non ego nunc nugas ago. Down with it, I tell you! None of your repartee! I’m not in the humour for trifling now. _Strob._ Quid ego ponam? quin tu eloquere quidquid est suo nomine. non hercle equidem quicquam sumpsi nec tetigi. Down with what? Come along, speak out and give it its name, whatever it is. Hang it all, I never took a thing nor touched a thing, and that’s flat. _Eucl._ Ostende huc manus. 640 Show me your hands. _Strob._ Em tibi, ostendi, eccas. (_stretching them out_) All right--there they are: have a look. _Eucl._ Video. age ostende etiam tertiam. (_dryly_) I see. Come now, the third one: out with it. _Strob._ Laruae hunc atque intemperiae insaniaeque agitant senem facisne iniuriam mihi? (_aside_) He’s got ’em! The old chap’s mad, stark, staring mad! (_to Euclio, virtuously_) Now aren’t you doing me an injury? _Eucl._ Fateor, quia non pendes, maximam atque id quoque iam fiet, nisi fatere. I am, a hideous injury--in not hanging you. And I’ll soon do that, too, if you don’t confess. _Strob._ Quid fatear tibi? Confess what? _Eucl._ Quid abstulisti hinc? What did you carry off from here? (_pointing toward temple_) _Strob._ Di me perdant, si ego tui quicquam abstuli nive adeo abstulisse vellem. (_solemnly_) May I be damned, if I carried off a thing of yours. (_aside_) Likewise if I didn’t want to. _Eucl._ Agedum, excutedum pallium.