Kindly have me loosed, and quickly; for if I’m not loosed, he’ll soon be surprising our gentleman red-handed. _Cleom._ Nihil est lucri quod me hodie facere mavelim, quam illum cubantem cum illa opprimere, ambo ut necem. 860 There is no amount of money I had rather make to-day than surprise him with her in his arms, so that I may slay them both! _Chrys._ Audin quae loquitur? quin tu me exsolvi iubes? You hear what he’s saying? Why don’t you have me loosed? _Nic._ Exsolvite istum. perii, pertimui miser. (_to slaves_) Loose him. (_they obey_) This is awful! Dear, dear, I’m frightened through and through! _Cleom._ Tum illam, quae corpus publicat volgo suom, faxo se haud dicat nactam quem derideat. Then that woman who makes a common prostitute of herself--I warrant she’ll not say she has lit on a man she can laugh to scorn! _Chrys._ Pacisci cum illo paulula pecunia potes. You can buy him off for a bit of cash. _Nic._ Pacisce ergo, obsecro, quid tibi lubet, dum ne manifesto hominem opprimat neve enicet. (_beside himself_) Buy him off, then, for heaven’s sake-- anything you like--if only he doesn’t surprise the lad red-handed and slay him! _Cleom._ Nunc nisi ducenti Philippi redduntur mihi, iam illorum ego animam amborum exsorbebo oppido. Unless two hundred pounds are given me at once, I’ll drain them dry, the both of them, of the breath of life this moment. _Nic._ Em illuc pacisce, si potes; perge obsecro, 870 pacisce quid vis. There! Buy him off for that, if you can. At him, for heaven’s sake: buy him off at any price. _Chrys._ Ibo et faciam sedulo. quid clamas? I’ll go and do my best, (_approaching Cleomachus_) What are you bawling at? _Cleom._ Ubi erus tuos est? Where is your master? _Chrys._ Nusquam. nescio vis tibi ducentos nummos iam promittier, ut ne clamorem hie facias neu convicium? (_loudly_) Nowhere. I don’t know. (_gets him farther from Nicobulus_) Do you want to have two hundred pounds promised you instantly, on condition you don’t come bawling or bellowing here? _Cleom._ Nihil est quod malim. (_calming down_) Nothing I should like better. _Chrys._ Atque ut tibi mala multa ingeram? (_in low tone_) Yes, and on condition you take plenty of hard words from me? _Cleom._ Tuo arbitratu. At your own discretion. _Nic._ Ut subblanditur carnufex. (_hearing only last words_) How the hangdog is wheedling him! _Chrys._ Pater hic Mnesilochi est; sequere, is promittet tibi. tu aurum rogato; ceterum verbum sat est.