I know, you’d give it to me: I know your way. If you weren’t in love yourself, though, I shouldn’t have such confidence in you. Being in love, however, you have troubles enough of your own as it is. But even if you were fancy free, could I think you able to supply me, unsupplied as you are yourself? Impossible! _Pistoc._ Tace modo: deus respiciet nos aliquis. Oh, do shut up: some god will look out for us. _Mnes._ Nugae. vale. Rubbish! (_despairingly, moving off_) Farewell! _Pistoc._ Mane. (_looking down street_) Wait. _Mnes._ Quid est? What’s the matter? _Pistoc._ Tuam copiam eccam Chrysalum video. tace. (_pointing_) Look! I see your supply station, Chrysalus. Sh--h! (_they withdraw_). IV. 4. Scene 4. ENTER _Chrysalus_ IN HIGH SPIRITS. _Chrys._ Hunc hominem decet auro expendi, huic decet statuam statui ex auro; 640 nam duplex hodie facinus feci, duplicibus spoliis sum adfectus. erum maiorem meum ut ego hodie lusi lepide, ut ludificatust. callidum senem callidis dolis compuli et perpuli, mi omnia ut crederet. Here is a man (_patting his chest_) that is worth his weight in gold: here is a man who ought to have a gold statue set up for him. Why, I’ve done a double deed to-day, been graced with double spoils. The old master--how cleverly I did take him in to-day, how he was fooled! Wily as the old chap is, my wily arts impelled him and compelled him to believe me in everything. nunc amanti ero filio senis, quicum ego bibo, quicum edo et amo, regias copias aureasque optuli, ut domo sumeret neu foris quaereret. non mihi isti placent Parmenones, Syri, qui duas aut tris minas auferunt eris. 650 And now the young master that’s in love, the old one’s son, that I drink with and eat with and go a-courting with--I’ve furnished him out with regal supplies, golden supplies, so that he can go to himself for cash and not look for it outside. I haven’t any use for those Parmenos,[I] those Syruses[I] that do their masters out of two or three gold pieces. [Footnote I: Rascally slaves in Greek comedies.] nequius nil est quam egens consili servos, nisi habet multipotens pectus: ubicumque usus siet, pectore expromat suo. nullus frugi esse potest homo, nisi qui et bene et male facere tenet. There’s nothing more worthless than a servant without brains: he’s got to have a precious powerful intellect: whenever a scheme is needed, let him produce it from his own intellect. Not a soul can be worth anything, unless he knows how to be good and bad both.