improbis cum improbus sit, harpaget, furibus furetur quod queat, vorsipellem frugi convenit esse hominem, pectus quoi sapit: bonus sit bonis, malus sit malis; 659-660 utcumque res sit, ita animum habeat. He must be a rascal among rascals, rob robbers, steal what he can. A chap that’s worth anything, a chap with a fine intellect, has to be able to change his skin. He must be good with the good and bad with the bad; whatever the situation calls for, that he’s got to be. sed lubet scire quantum aurum erus sibi dempsit et quid suo reddidit patri. si frugi est, Herculem fecit ex patre: decimam partem ei dedit, sibi novem abstulit. sed quem quaero optume eccum obviam mihi est. (_pausing_) But I should like to know how much money master took for himself and what he passed on to his father. If he is worth anything, he has let his father play Hercules-- given him a tithe and made off with nine parts for his own use. (_sees Mnesilochus and Pistoclerus_) Hullo, though! Here’s a lucky meeting with the man I’m looking for! num qui nummi exciderunt, ere, tibi, quod sic terram optuere? quid vos maestos tam tristesque esse conspicor? non placet nec temere est etiam. quin mihi respondetis? 670 (_to Mnesilochus_) You haven’t dropped any of the coin, have you, sir,--gazing at the ground that way? (_waits for answer_) What makes you two look so sad and gloomy? (_waits again_) I don’t like it: no indeed, it’s not for nothing. (_waits again_) Why don’t you answer me? _Mnes._ Chrysale, occidi. Chrysalus, I’m a lost man. _Chrys._ Fortassis tu auri dempsisti parum? You took too little of the gold, perhaps? _Mnes._ Quam, malum, parum? immo vero nimio minus multo parum. Too little, eh, curse it! No indeed,--much too much less than too little! _Chrys._ Quid igitur, stulte? an tu, quoniam occasio ad eam rem fuit mea virtute parta, ut quantum velles tantum sumeres, sic hoc digitulis duobus sumebas primoribus? an nescibas quam eius modi homini raro tempus se daret? Well, how’s that, you blockhead? After my ability won you this opportunity to help yourself to just as much as you pleased, you surely didn’t pick it up this way (_illustrating_) with a couple of finger tips? Didn’t you know how seldom a man is offered such a chance? _Mnes._ Erras. You’re making a mistake. _Chrys._ At quidem tute errasti, cum parum immersti ampliter. Well, you made another yourself, by not dipping into it deep enough. _Mnes._ Pol tu quam nunc med accuses magis, si magis rem noveris. occidi. (_moodily_) Good Lord! You’d lecture me more than you do now, if you knew more of the facts. I’m a lost man! _Chrys._ Animus iam istoc dicto plus praesagitur mali. Now I foresee more trouble coming, after that remark. _Mnes._