(_quite artless_) If you felt like doing anything silly there with me, I’d stop you my own self. But this is why I want you to be at my house when the Captain comes--because no one will do her (_pointing to sister_) or me any harm when you’re by. You’ll prevent it, and be helping along your chum at the same time; and when that military man arrives, he’ll take me for your sweetheart. Now, now, my dearie,-- why so silent? _Pistoc._ Quia istaec lepida sunt memoratui: eadem in usu atque ubi periclum facias, aculeata sunt, animum fodicant, bona distimulant, facta et famam sauciant. Because those words of yours have a pretty sound: but when a fellow takes ’em up and tries ’em they’re barbed--they pink a heart, run a fortune through, disable a character and reputation. _Soror_ Quid ab hac metuis? Why are you afraid of her? _Pistoc._ Quid ego metuam rogitas? adulescens homo penetrem me huius modi in palaestram, ubi damnis desudascitur?[4] (66) Why am I afraid of her, eh? A young fellow like me to enter a physical training school of this sort (_pointing to Bacchis’s house_) where a man only sweats himself to insolvency? _Bacch._ Lepide memoras. (_with pretended admiration_) You do say such clever things! _Pistoc._ Ubi ego capiam pro machaera turturem,[5] (68) pro galea scaphium, pro insigni sit corolla plectilis, 70 pro hasta talos, pro lorica malacum capiam pallium, ubi mihi pro equo lectus detur, scortum pro scuto accubet? apage a me, apage. Where my sword would be a turtle dove, my helmet a wine bowl, my plume a woven chaplet, my spear a dice box, my corselet a downy robe; where I’d be given a couch for a horse, with a bad, bad girl beside me for a buckler? Hence! Avaunt! _Bacch._ Ah, nimium ferus es. Ah, you’re too hard on us! _Pistoc._ Mihi sum. I am hard on myself. _Bacch._ Malacissandus es. equidem tibi do hanc operam. We’ll have to soften you. Yes indeed, I’ll take you in hand myself--(_fondling him_) this way. _Pistoc._ Ah, nimium pretiosa es operaria. (_submitting reluctantly_) Ah, your handiwork is too expensive. _Bacch._ Simulato me amare. Do make believe you love me. _Pistoc._ Utrum ego istuc iocon adsimulem an serio? (_smiling_) Make believe in fun, or as if I meant business? _Bacch._ Heia, hoc agere meliust. miles quom huc adveniat, te volo me amplexari. (_reprovingly_) Now, now! here’s what we’d better do. When the Captain arrives I want you to hug me. _Pistoc._ Quid eo mi opus est? What’s the use of my doing that? _Bacch._ Ut ille te videat volo. scio quid ago. I want him to see you. I know what I’m doing. _Pistoc._ Et pol ego scio quid metuo. sed quid ais?