Mnesilochus, gnati tui sodalis.[15] haud consimili ingenio atque ille est qui in lupanari accubat. fortunatum Nicobulum, qui illum produxit sibi. Mnesilochus, your son’s chum. And a youth so, so different from the one lolling in that vile house! (_pointing to Bacchis’s_) Happy, happy Nicobulus to have brought up such a lad! _Phil._ Salvos sis, Mnesiloche, salvom te advenire gaudeo. (_stepping forward_) How are you, Mnesilochus? I’m glad to see you safely back. _Mnes._ Di te ament, Philoxene. (_heartily shaking hands_) God bless you, Philoxenus! _Lydus_ Hic enim rite productust patri: in mare it, rem familiarem curat, custodit domum, obsequens oboediensque est mori atque imperiis patris. hic sodalis Pistoclero iam puer puero fuit; 460 triduom non interest aetatis uter maior siet: verum ingenium plus triginta annis maiust quam alteri. Ah, yes, here is a son to rejoice a father’s heart: goes to sea, attends to family affairs, is the bulwark of the home, observes and obeys his father’s every wish and word. He was Pistoclerus’s chum even when they were boys--not three days’ difference between them so far as age is concerned, but this lad is more than thirty years his senior in native sense. _Phil._ Cave malo et compesce in illum dicere iniuste. (_angrily_) Look out for yourself, and stop speaking about the lad unfairly! _Lydus_ Tace. stultus es qui illi male aegre patere dici qui facit.[16] (464) Peace! fool that you are to be pained at hearing him badly spoken of, when he is bad![16] _Mnes._ Quid sodalem meum castigas, Lyde, discipulum tuom? (467) (_innocently_) Why are you finding fault with my chum, Lydus, your own pupil? _Lydus_ Periit tibi sodalis. (_tragically_) Your chum has perished! _Mnes._ Ne di sirint. God forbid! _Lydus_ Sic est ut loquor. quin ego cum peribat vidi, non ex audito arguo. It’s just as I tell you. Ah yes, I myself beheld him in the act: I am not accusing him on hearsay. _Mnes._ Quid factum est? What has happened? _Lydus_ Meretricem indigne deperit. He is shockingly infatuated with a courtesan. _Mnes._ Non tu taces? 470 (_apparently scandalized_) Oh, don’t say such a thing! _Lydus_ Atque acerrume aestuosam: absorbet ubi quemque attigit. Yes, and a perfect maelstrom of a woman: she sucks down every man who comes within her reach. _Mnes._ Ubi ea mulier habitat? Where does this woman live? _Lydus_ Hic. (_pointing_) Here. _Mnes._ Unde esse eam aiunt? Where do they say she is from? _Lydus_ Ex Samo. Samos. _Mnes._ Quae vocatur? What is her name? _Lydus_ Bacchis. Bacchis. _Mnes._