Veniat quando volt, atque ita ne mihi sit morae. domist: non metuo nec ego quoiquam supplico, dum quidem hoc valebit pectus perfidia meum. abi intro, ego hic curabo. tu intus dicito Mnesilochum adesse Bacchidi. (_airily_) Let him come when he wants, yes, and let him take care not to keep me waiting. I’m provided: I fear no man and supplicate no man, not I,--at least as long as this heart of mine can prompt a good stiff lie. Inside with you: (_grandly waving Pistoclerus in_) I’ll take charge here myself. You tell Bacchis in there that she may expect Mnesilochus at once. _Pistoc._ Faciam ut iubes. Very well. [EXIT. _Chrys._ Negotium hoc ad me adtinet aurarium. mille et ducentos Philippum attulimus aureos 230 Epheso, quos hospes debuit nostro seni. inde ego hodie aliquam machinabor machinam, unde aurum efficiam amanti erili filio. sed foris concrepuit nostra: quinam exit foras? It’s my look out, this business of the exchequer. We’ve brought twelve hundred sovereigns from Ephesus, money a friend there owed our old man. I’ll machinate some machinations to-day for transferring part of said gold to my lovesick young master. (_listening_) But there goes our door! Wonder who’s coming out. (_steps aside_) II. 3. Scene 3. ENTER _Nicobulus_ FROM HIS HOUSE. _Nic._ Ibo in Piraeum, visam ecquae advenerit in portum ex Epheso navis mercatoria. nam meus formidat animus, nostrum tam diu ibi desidere neque redire filium. I’ll walk down to the Piraeus and see if any merchantman has come in from Ephesus. It worries me to have my son dilly-dallying there so long and not returning. _Chrys._ Extexam ego illum pulchre iam, si di volunt. haud dormitandumst: opus est chryso Chrysalo. 240 adibo hunc, quem quidem ego hodie faciam hic arietem Phrixi, itaque tondebo auro usque ad vivam cutem. servos salutat Nicobulum Chrysalus. (_aside_) I’ll unravel him handsomely now, God willing. No sleepyheadedness allowed: Chrysalus, you must be a golden chrysalis! Here’s at him--the man I’ll certainly make a [G]Phrixus’s ram here to-day, and by the same token shear off his gold right down to the quick! (_aloud, ceremoniously_) Greetings,to Nicobulus from servant Chrysalus, sir. [Footnote G: The owner of the ram with the golden fleece.] _Nic._ Pro di immortales, Chrysale, ubi mist filius? Chrysalus! for the love of heaven where is my son? _Chrys._ Quin tu salutem primum reddis quam dedi? (_affecting pique_) Why don’t you return my greeting first, sir? _Nic._ Salve. sed ubinamst Mnesilochus? How d’ye do. (_more animatedly_) But where on earth is Mnesilochus? _Chrys._ Vivit, valet. Alive and well. _Nic._ Venitne? Has he come?