Perii. I’m done for. _Chrys._ Quid ita? Why so? _Mnes._ Quia patri omne cum ramento reddidi. 680 Because I’ve handed over every scrap of it to my father. _Chrys._ Reddidisti? (_dumbfounded_) Handed it over? _Mnes._ Reddidi. Handed it over. _Chrys._ Omnene? Every bit? _Mnes._ Oppido. Absolutely. _Chrys._ Occisi sumus. qui in mentem venit tibi istuc facinus facere tam malum? We’re both lost men! What made it enter your head to do such a thing, such an awful thing? _Mnes._ Bacchidem atque hunc suspicabar propter crimen, Chrysale, mi male consuluisse: ob eam rem omne aurum, iratus reddidi meo patri. (_awkwardly_) I heard a charge made, Chrysalus, and suspected Bacchis and Pistoclerus here of plotting against me: so I got angry and handed all the money over to my father. _Chrys._ Quid, ubi reddebas aurum, dixisti patri? What did you tell your father when you handed it over? _Mnes._ Me id aurum accepisse extemplo ab hospite Archidemide. That I had received it on demand from his friend Archidemides. _Chrys._ Em, istoc dicto dedisti hodie in cruciatum Chrysalum; nam ubi me aspiciet, ad carnuficem rapiet continuo senex. (_grimly_) Aha! And gave Chrysalus over to torment by the statement; for when he sets eyes on me the old man will promptly hale me off to the public torturer. _Mnes._ Ego patrem exoravi. (_hurriedly_ I persuaded him. _Chrys._ Nempe ergo hoc ut faceret quod loquor? (_dryly_) Indeed? To do what I’m saying, I take it? _Mnes._ Immo tibi ne noceat neu quid ob eam rem suscenseat; 690 atque aegre impetravi. nunc hoc tibi curandumst, Chrysale. No, no, not to harm you, or be at all angry with you for what you did; and a hard time I had getting it out of him, too. (_pauses, then in flattering manner_) Here’s what you must see to now, Chrysalus. _Chrys._ Quid vis curem? (_sourly_) What do you want me to see to? _Mnes._ Ut ad senem etiam alteram facias viam. compara, fabricare finge quod lubet, conglutina, ut senem hodie doctum docte fallas aurumque auferas. To making another march still against the old man. Use your ideas, your devices, your craft, any way you please, stick together some clever scheme to fool the clever old fellow to-day and get away with the gold. _Chrys._ Vix videtur fieri posse. It hardly looks possible to me. _Mnes._ Perge, ac facile ecfeceris. You go ahead, and you’ll carry it through easily. _Chrys._ Quam, malum, facile, quem mendaci prendit manufesto modo? quem si orem ut mihi nil credat, id non ausit credere.