_Pistoc._ Iam faxo his erunt. I’ll have them here at once. [EXIT INTO HOUSE. _Mnes._ Quid nunc es facturus? id mihi dice. What are you going to do now? Tell me that. _Chrys._ Coctumst prandium? vos duo eritis atque amica tua erit tecum tertia? Is lunch cooked? You two, and your girl with you for a third,--is that the plan? _Mnes._ Sicut dicis. Just so. _Chrys._ Pistoclero nulla amica est? No girl for Pistoclerus? _Mnes._ Immo adest. alteram ille amat sororem, ego alteram, ambas Bacchides. Oh, yes there is! He loves one sister and I the other, both of them Bacchises. _Chrys._ Quid tu loquere? (_surprised_) What’s that you tell me? _Mnes._ Hoc, ut futuri sumus. Merely our arrangements. _Chrys._ Ubist biclinium 720 vobis stratum? Where is this duplex dining-couch of yours set? _Mnes._ Quid id exquaeris? What do you ask that for? _Chrys._ Res itast, dici volo. nescis quid ego acturus sim nec facinus quantum exordiar. The case calls for it. I want to be told. You don’t know what I’m up to, what a monster of a scheme I’m going to get under way. _Mnes._ Cedo manum ac subsequere propius me ad fores. intro inspice. (_slyly_) Give me your hand and follow me closer to the door. (_leads Chrysalus to the house of Bacchis and pushes the door open_) Cast your eyes in there! _Chrys._ Euax, nimis bellus atque ut esse maxume optabam locus. (_looking in_) Hurray! Perfectly delicious, yes, just the sort of place I longed for it to be! RE-ENTER _Pistoclerus._ _Pistoc._ Quae imperavisti. imperatum bene bonis factum ilicost. (_to Chrysalus, with mock deference_) Orders followed, sir! Good orders to good men instantly executed. _Chrys._ Quid parasti? What have you got? _Pistoc._ Quae parari tu iussisti omnia. Everything your mandate called for. (_showing writing materials_) _Chrys._ Cape stilum propere et tabellas tu has tibi. (_to Mnesilochus_) Quick! Take the stylus and these tablets, you. _Mnes._ Quid postea? (_obeying_) And then? _Chrys._ Quod iubebo scribito istic. nam propterea te volo scribere, ut pater cognoscat litteras quando legat. 730 scribe. Write down there what I dictate. I want you to do the writing, you see, so that your father will recognize your hand when he reads it. Write. _Mnes._ Quid scribam? Write what? _Chrys._ Salutem tuo patri verbis tuis. Oh, some wish--use your own words--for your father’s health. (_Mnesilochus writes_) _Pistoc._ Quid si potius morbum mortem scribat? id erit rectius. Hadn’t he better write sickness and death? That will be more to the point. _Chrys._ Ne interturba.