As it is, I have bought my son, so to speak, for the two hundred pounds I promised to pay the Captain--two hundred I won’t be rash enough to pay him yet, before I have met the boy. I’ll put no rash confidence in Chrysalus, never, by heaven! But I’ve a mind to read this over (_looking at letter_) once more still: a man ought to have confidence in a sealed letter. [EXIT INTO HOUSE. IV. 9. Scene 9. (_Fifteen minutes have elapsed._) ENTER _Chrysalus_ FROM _Bacchis’s_ HOUSE. _Chrys._ Atridae duo frates eluent fecisse facinus maxumum, quom Priami patriam Pergamum divina moenitum manu armis, equis, exercitu atque eximiis bellatoribus mille cum numero navium decumo anno post subegerunt. non pedibus termento fuit praeut ego erum expugnabo meum sine classe sineque exercitu et tanto numero militum.[24] 930 nunc prius quam huc senex venit, libet lamentari dum exeat. (932) (_bumptiously_) The two sons of Atreus have the name of having done a mighty deed when Priam’s paternal city, Pergamum, “fortified by hand divine,” was laid low by ’em after ten years, and they with weapons, horses, and army and warriors of renown and a thousand ships to help ’em. That wasn’t enough to raise a blister on their feet, compared with the way I’ll take my master by storm, without a fleet and without an army and all that host of soldiers. Now before the old chap appears, I feel like raising a dirge for him till he comes out. o Troia, o patria, o Pergamum, o Priame periisti senex, qui misere male mulcabere quadringentis Philippis aureis. nam ego has tabellas obsignatas consignatas quas fero non sunt tabellae, sed equos quem misere Achivi ligneum.[25] (936) (wailing) O Troy, O paternal city, O Pergamum! O ancient Priam, thy day is past! Thou shalt be badly, badly beaten-- out of four hundred golden sovereigns. Ah yes, these tablets here, (_showing them_) sealed and signed, which I bear, are no tablets, but a horse sent by the Greeks--a wooden horse.[25] tum quae his sunt scriptae litterae, hoc in equo insunt milites 941 armati atque animati probe. ita res successit mi usque adhuc. atque hic equos non in arcem, verum in arcam faciet impetum; exitium excidium exlecebra fiet hic equos hodie auro senis. Moreover, the words herein inscribed are the soldiers within this horse, soldiers armed to the teeth and full of fight. Thus has my scheme progressed up till now. Aye, and this horse will proceed to assail not a stronghold, but a strongbox. The wreck, ruin, and rape of the old man’s gold will this horse prove to-day.