That’s the whole story, mother: you see how it is with me and Euclio’s daughter as well as I do. And now, mother, I beg you, beg you again and again, as I did before: do tell my uncle about it, mother dear. _Eun._ Scis tute facta velle me quae tu velis, et istuc confido a fratre me impetrassere; et causa iusta est, siquidem ita est ut praedicas, te eam compressisse vinulentum virginem. Your wishes are mine, dear; you know that yourself: and I feel sure your uncle will not refuse me. It’s a perfectly reasonable request, too, if it’s all as you say and you actually did get intoxicated and treat the poor girl so. _Lyc._ Egone ut te advorsum mentiar, mater mea? 690 Is it like me to look you in the face and lie, my dear mother? _Phaed._ Perii, mea nutrix. obsecro te, uterum dolet. Iuno Lucina, tuam fidem! (_within Euclio’s house_) Oh--oh! Nurse! Nurse dear! Oh, God help me! The pain! _Lyc._ Em, mater mea, tibi rem potiorem verbo: clamat, parturit. There, mother! There’s better proof than words gives. Her cries! The child! _Eun._ Ei hac intro mecum, gnate mi, ad fratrem meum, ut istuc quod me oras impetratum ab eo auferam. (_agitated_) Come, darling, come in to your uncle with me, so that I may persuade him to let it be as you urge. _Lyc._ I, iam sequar te, mater. sed servom meum Strobilum miror ubi sit, quem ego me iusseram hic opperiri. nunc ego mecum cogito: si mihi dat operam, me illi irasci iniurium est. ibo intro, ubi de capite meo sunt comitia. 700 You go, mother: I’ll follow you in a moment. [EXIT _Eunomia_ INTO _Megadorus’s_ HOUSE. I wonder (_looking around_) where that fellow Strobilus of mine is that I told to wait for me here. (_pauses_) Well, on thinking it over, if he’s doing something for me, it’s all wrong my finding fault with him. (_turning toward Megadorus’s door_) Now for the session that decides my fate. [EXIT. IV. 8. Scene 8. ENTER _Strobilus_ WITH POT. _Strob._ Picis divitiis, qui aureos montes colunt, ego solus supero. nam istos reges ceteros memorare nolo, hominum mendicabula: ego sum ille rex Philippus. o lepidum diem, nam ut dudum hinc abii, multo illo adveni prior multoque prius me conlocavi in arborem indeque spectabam aurum ubi abstrudebat senex. (_elated_) Woodpeckers that haunt the Hills of Gold, eh! I can buy ’em up my own single self. As for the rest of your big kings--not worth mentioning, poor beggarlets! I am the great King Philip. Oh, this is a grand day! Why, after I left here a while ago I got there long before him and was up in a tree long before he came: and from there I spotted where the old chap hid the stuff.