Gad! And I know what I’m fearing. But, I say. _Bacch._ Quid est? Well? _Pistoc._ Quid si apud te eveniat desubito prandium aut potatio forte aut cena, ut solet in istis fieri conciliabulis, 80 ubi ego tum accumbam? What if there should happen to be an impromptu luncheon or drinking party at your house, or a dinner party, perhaps-- the ordinary thing at resorts like yours--where would my place be then? _Bacch._ Apud me, mi anime, ut lepidus cum lepida accubet. locus hic apud nos, quamvis subito venias, semper liber est. ubi tu lepide voles esse tibi “mea rosa,” mihi dicito “dato qui bene sit”: ego ubi bene sit tibi locum lepidum dabo. Next to me, darling; a nice boy and a nice girl side by side. This place at my house is your very own always, no matter how unexpectedly you come. Whenever you want to have a nice time just say, “Give me a comfy place, rosey dear,” and I’ll give you a nice place to be comfy in. _Pistoc._ Rapidus fluvius est hic, non hac temere transiri potest. (_half to himself_) This is a rapid stream: dangerous crossing here! _Bacch._ Atque ecastor apud hunc fluvium aliquid perdundumst tibi. manum da et sequere. (_aside_) My conscience, yes! And a stream you’re bound to lose something in, young man! (_aloud_) Give me your hand and come along. (_tries to take it_) _Pistoc._ Aha, minime. (_drawing back_) Oh no, not a bit of it! _Bacch._ Quid ita? Why not? _Pistoc._ Quia istoc inlecebrosius fieri nil potest: nox mulier vinum homini adulescentulo. Because a young fellow couldn’t be offered a more enticing combination than that--wine, woman, and evening hours. _Bacch._ Age igitur, equidem pol nihili facio nisi causa tua. ille quidem hanc abducet; tu nullus adfueris, si non lubet. 90 All right then. Dear me, I don’t mind at all except for your sake, indeed I don’t. To be sure he’ll carry her off; but don’t you come near me if you don’t like to. (_looks at him sadly and appealingly_) _Pistoc._ Sumne autem nihili, qui nequeam ingenio moderari meo? (_half aside_) So I’ve no mind at all, eh--no power to control myself? _Bacch._ Quid est quod metuas? What is it you’re afraid of? _Pistoc._ Nihil est, nugae. mulier, tibi me emancupo: tuos sum, tibi dedo operam. (_pauses, then ardently_) Nothing! Bagatelles! I surrender myself to you, my lady: I’m all your own; command me. _Bacch._ Lepidu’s. nunc ego te facere hoc volo. ego sorori meae cenam hodie dare volo viaticam: eo tibi argentum iubebo iam intus ecferri foras; tu facito opsonatum nobis sit opulentum opsonium.