_Chrys._ Venit. He has. _Nic._ Euax, aspersisti aquam. benene usque valuit? (_fervently_ Oh, good, good! That news is like a dash of water! Has he been well all this time? _Chrys._ Pancratice atque athletice. In fighting trim, a perfect athlete. _Nic._ Quid hoc? qua causa eum in Ephesum miseram, accepitne aurum ab hospite Archidemide? 250 How about it? The business I sent him to Ephesus for? Did he get the gold from my friend Archidemides? _Chrys._ Heu, cor meum et cerebrum, Nicobule, finditur, istius hominis ubi fit quomque mentio. tun hospitem illum nominas hostem tuom? (_disgustedly_) Ugh! My heart and head fairly split, sir, whenever I hear that fellow mentioned. Call that friend of yours fiend, won’t you? _Nic._ Quid ita, obsecro hercle? Bless my soul! Why, for heaven’s sake? _Chrys._ Quia edepol certo scio, Volcanus, Luna, Sol, Dies, dei quattuor, scelestiorem nullum inluxere alterum. Good Lord! Because I’m positive the four gods, Fire, Moon, Sun, and Day, never shone on a more abandoned villain. _Nic._ Quamne Archidemidem? Than Archidemides? _Chrys._ Quam, inquam, Archidemidem. Yes, than Archidemides. _Nic._ Quid fecit? What has he done? _Chrys._ Quid non fecit? quin tu id me rogas? primumdum infitias ire coepit filio, negare se debere tibi triobolum. 260 continuo antiquom hospitem nostrum sibi Mnesilochus advocavit, Pelagonem senem; eo praesente homini extemplo ostendit symbolum. quem tute dederas, ad eum ut ferret, filio. What hasn’t he done? Why don’t you ask me that? Well, in the first place he began lying to your son and disclaimed owing you a single sixpence. Immediately Mnesilochus summoned that old gentleman, Pelagon, that’s been our friend so long; in his presence he promptly shows the fellow the token, the one you gave your son yourself to carry to him. _Nic._ Quid ubi ei ostendit symbolum? (_anxiously_) And what when he showed him the token? _Chrys._ Infit dicere adulterinum et non eum esse symbolum. quotque innocenti ei dixit contumelias! adulterare eum aibat rebus ceteris. (_indignantly_) He cries out it’s a counterfeit and not the right token at all. And how he did heap insults on your innocent boy! Said he was an old hand at counterfeiting. _Nic._ Habetin aurum? id mihi dici volo. Have you got the money? Do tell me that. _Chrys._ Postquam quidem praetor recuperatores dedit. 270 damnatus demum, vi coactus reddidit ducentos et mille Philippum. To be sure, after the judge had appointed arbitrators, he was finally convicted, and, under compulsion, he handed over twelve hundred pounds. _Nic._ Tantum debuit. (_with a sigh of relief_) That was all he owed.