Then let her try her pretty wiles on me when I’m poverty stricken and penniless, when it won’t do any more good to coax than if you were to prattle to a dead man at his tomb.[18] The money goes to my father, that’s final, absolutely final. eadem exorabo, Chrysalo causa mea pater ne noceat, neu quid ei suscenseat mea causa de auro quod eum ludificatus est; nam illi aequomst me consulere, qui causa mea mendacium ei dixit. vos me sequimini. At the same time I’ll persuade him to let Chrysalus off for my sake and not to be at all angry with him on account of his fooling him, for my sake, about the gold. Yes, it is only right I should look out for the fellow that lied to him for my sake. (_to slaves with luggage_) Follow me, you. [EXEUNT INTO HOUSE OF _Nicobulus_. III. 5. Scene 5. (_Fifteen minutes have elapsed_) ENTER _Pistoclerus_ FROM _Bacchis’s_ HOUSE. _Pistoc._ Rebus aliis antevortar, Bacchis, quae mandas mihi: Mnesilochum ut requiram atque ut eum mecum ad te adducam simul. nam illud animus meus miratur, si a me tetigit nuntius, quid remoretur. ibo ut visam huc ad eum, si forte est domi. (_to Bacchis within_) Everything else shall come second to your commission, Bacchis,--to hunt up Mnesilochus and bring him back with me. Why, I don’t know what to make of his delay, if my message reached him. I’ll go look him up at the house here, in case he happens to be at home. III. 6. Scene 6. ENTER _Mnesilochus_ FROM HOUSE. _Mnes._ Reddidi patri omne aurum. nunc ego illam me velim 530 convenire, postquam inanis sum, contemptricem meam. sed veniam mihi quam gravate pater dedit de Chrysalo; verum postremo impetravi, ut ne quid ei suscenseat. I’ve handed over the whole sum to my father. Now’s the time I should like her to meet me, now that I haven’t a sou--my Lady Disdain! (_pausing_) But how father did hate to pardon Chrysalus for me! However, I finally induced him to swallow his wrath. _Pistoc._ Estne hic meus sodalis? (_approaching Nicobulus’s house_) Isn’t that my chum? _Mnes._ Estne hic hostis, quem aspicio, meus? Isn’t that my enemy I see? _Pistoc._ Certe is est. (_beaming_) It certainly is. _Mnes._ Is est. (_glowering_) It is. _Pistoc._ Adibo contra et contollam gradum. salvos sis, Mnesiloche. I’ll step up and meet him. (_hurries to him_) Mnesilochus! bless you! _Mnes._ Salve. (_gruffly_) Same to you. _Pistoc._ Salvos quom peregre advenis, cena detur. (_enthusiastically_) We must have a dinner, now you’re safe back from abroad. _Mnes._ Non placet mi cena quae bilem movet. I have no desire for a dinner that stirs my bile. _Pistoc._ Numquae advenienti aegritudo obiecta est?