(_having read letter_) Just wait a moment; (_goes toward house_) I’ll soon be back with you, Chrysalus. [EXIT INTO HOUSE. _Chrys._ Ut verba mihi dat, ut nescio quam rem gerat. servos arcessit intus qui me vinciant. bene navis agitatur, pulcre haec confertur ratis. sed conticiscam, nam audio aperiri fores. (_elated_) Oh, isn’t he bluffing me! Oh, isn’t it mysterious what he’s at! He’s fetching servants from inside to tie me up. A lovely shake-up the galleon there is getting: the little bark here is putting up a fine fight! (_listening_) But not a word! I hear the door opening. IV. 7. Scene 7. ENTER _Nicobulus_ BRINGING SLAVE OVERSEER AND OTHER SLAVES. _Nic._ Constringe tu illi, Artamo, actutum manus. (_to overseer_) Quick, Artamo, fasten his hands there! _Chrys._ Quid feci? (_as Artamo obeys_) What have I done? _Nic._ Impinge pugnum, si muttiverit. 800 quid hae locuntur litterae? (_to Artamo_) Plant your fists in his face, if he breathes a word. (_to Chrysalus_) What does this letter say? _Chrys._ Quid me rogas? ut ab illo accepi, ad te obsignatas attuli. What are you asking me for? I took it from him and brought it to you just as it was, all sealed. _Nic._ Eho tu,[22] loquitatusne es gnato meo male per sermonem, quia mi id aurum reddidit, et te dixisti id aurum ablaturum tamen per sycophantiam? Oho, you! So you have been giving my son the rough side of your tongue, because he handed over that gold to me? Said you’d take it from me just the same by some rascally scheme, eh? _Chrys._ Egone istuc dixi? I said that, I? _Nic._ Ita. Just so. _Chrys._ Quis homost qui dicat me dixisse istuc? Who’s the man says I said that? _Nic._ Tace, nullus homo dicit: hae tabellae te arguont, quas tu attulisti. em hae te vinciri iubent. Silence! No man says it: this letter indicts you, the one you brought yourself. (_showing it_) There! This orders you to be tied up. _Chrys._ Aha, Bellorophontem tuos me fecit filius: 810 egomet tabellas tetuli ut vincirer. sine. (_resignedly_) Aha! Your son has made a Bellerophon[J] of me: I myself brought the letter to have myself tied up. (_dangerously_) Very well! [Footnote J: Who carried a letter which was to be his own death warrant] _Nic._ Propterea hoc facio, ut suadeas gnato meo ut pergraecetur tecum, tervenefice. (_ironically_)) I do this merely to make you persuade my son to join you in riotous living, you soulless villain. _Chrys._ O stulte, stulte, nescis nunc venire te; atque in eopse adstas lapide, ut praeco praedicat.