(_pauses_) Quite worthy of Chrysalus, that scheme of his against my father to get the money, so that my amorous self might have supplies. (_pauses_) Well, well, to my own mind there’s nothing more expensive than being an ingrate. Letting a malefactor off is better than turning your back on a benefactor. The name of being too extravagant is a great deal better for you than that of being ungrateful. Good men will speak well of the first sort of fellow: even rascals themselves will blame the second. qua me causa magis cum cura esse aecum, obvigilatost opus. nunc, Mnesiloche, specimen specitur, nunc certamen cernitur, sisne necne ut esse oportet, malus, bonus quoivis modi, 400 iustus iniustus, malignus largus, comis incommodus. cave sis te superare servom siris faciundo bene utut eris, moneo, haud celabis. sed eccos video incedere patrem sodalis et magistrum. hinc auscultabo quam rem agant. I must take all the more care, then, how I act and keep my eyes open. Here’s where you show a sample of yourself, Mnesilochus; here’s where you’re put to the test whether you’re the man you should be or not--bad or good, whatever you are--just or unjust--mean or generous--gentleman or cad. Mind you look out not to let your servant be your better in doing the kindly thing. No matter what you’ll be, I warn you you can’t conceal it. (_looking down street_) Hullo, though! Here come my chum’s father and tutor ambling along. I’ll listen to what they’re up to from over here. (_withdraws_) III. 3. Scene 3. ENTER _Lydus_ AND _Philoxenus_. _Lydus_ Nunc experiar, sitne aceto tibi cor acre in pectore. sequere. (_struggling to control himself_) Now we shall see whether or no you have a heart of fiery feeling within you. Follow me! _Phil._ Quo sequar? quo ducis nunc me? (_calmly_) Follow you where? Where are you taking me to now? _Lydus_ Ad illam quae tuom perdidit, pessum dedit tibi filium unice unicum To the woman who has depraved, destroyed your one and only son! _Phil._ Heia, Lyde, leniter qui saeviunt sapiunt magis. minus mirandumst, illaec aetas si quid illorum facit, quam si non faciat. feci ego istaec itidem in adulescentia. 410 Gently, gently, Lydus! “Ire restrained is wisdom gained.” It’s less surprising to have a youngster up to something of that kind than not. I’ve done the same sort of thing myself in my younger days. _Lydus_ Ei mihi, ei mihi, istaec illum perdidit assentatio nam absque te esset, ego illum haberem rectum ad ingenium bonum nunc propter te tuamque pravos factus est fiduciam Pistoclerus.