Ah, now you have thrown yourself away, and me, and my labour,--me, who many a time gave you good advice, all in vain! _Pistoc._ Ibidem ego meam operam perdidi, ubi tu tuam: tua disciplina nec mihi prodest nec tibi. I threw away my own labour at the same place you did yours: your system of instruction is no good to either of us. _Lydus_ O praeligatum pectus. Oh, what an obdurate breast! _Pistoc._ Odiosus mihi es. tace atque sequere, Lyde, me. You’re a bore! Keep still and come along, Lydus. _Lydus_ Illuc sis vide, non paedagogum iam me, sed Lydum vocat. Now kindly look at that! He no longer calls me “Tutor,” merely Lydus. _Pistoc._ Non par videtur neque sit consentaneum, cum haec qui emit intus sit et cum amica accubet 140 cumque osculetur et convivae alii accubent, praesentibus illis paedagogus una ut siet. It’s not the proper thing, it would be out of place, when the man who bought all this is inside there, and on a couch with his mistress, kissing her--and other guests about--to have his “Tutor” there in their presence. _Lydus_ An hoc ad eas res opsonatumst, obsecro? (_horrified_) In the name of heaven! These provisions bought for such an orgy? _Pistoc._ Sperat quidem animus: quo evenat dis in manust. (_flippantly_) Well, of course man proposes and God disposes. _Lydus_ Tu amicam habebis? You to have a mistress, you? _Pistoc._ Cum videbis, tum scies. (_enthusiastically_) Once you see her, then you’ll know! _Lydus_ Immo neque habebis neque sinam; i prorsum domum. Never! You shall not have one; I will not allow it. (_taking Pistoclerus by the arm and trying to lead him back_) Go home this instant. _Pistoc._ Omitte, Lyde, ac cave malo. (_pulling away_) Leave me alone, Lydus, and (_threateningly_) look out for trouble. _Lydus_ Quid? cave malo? What? “Look out for trouble?” _Pistoc._ Iam excessit mi aetas ex magisterio tuo. I’m too old for you to play the teacher these days. _Lydus_ O barathrum, ubi nunc es? ut ego te usurpem lubens.[7] 149 vixisse nimio satiust iam quam vivere. (151) magistron quemquam discipulum minitarier?[8] (_tragically_) Oh, pit, where art thou now? How gladly would I take thee for mine own! Far better that I had died than lived for this! A pupil to threaten his teacher?[8] _Pistoc._ Fiam, ut ego opinor, Hercules, tu autem Linus. (155) It’s a Hercules I’ll be, I’m thinking, and you a Linus.[B] [Footnote B: Linus was killed by his pupil, Hercules.] _Lydus_ Pol metuo magis, ne Phoenix tuis factis fuam teque ad patrem esse mortuom renuntiem.