_Nic._ Euge, socium aerumnae et mei mali video. Philoxene, salve. (_grimly_) Splendid! I see my partner in toil and woe. Good day to you, Philoxenus. _Phil._ Et tu. unde agis? And to you. Where are you coming from? _Nic._ Unde homo miser atque infortunatus. Where a wretched, unlucky man should come from. _Phil._ At pol ego ibi sum, esse ubi miserum hominem decet atque infortunatum. Gad! but I’m on the very spot where a wretched, unlucky man should be. _Nic._ Igitur pari fortuna, aetate ut sumus, utimur. Then we’re alike in luck as we are in years. _Phil._ Sic est. sed tu, quid tibist? So it seems. But you--what is your trouble? _Nic._ Pol mihi par, idem est quod tibi. Good Lord! The same as yours. _Phil._ Numquid nam ad filium haec aegritudo attinet? 1110 This dolefulness of yours has something to do with your son, eh? _Nic._ Admodum. (_morosely_) Rather! _Phil._ Idem mihi morbus in pectorest. The same ailment is worrying me. _Nic._ At mihi Chrysalus optumus homo perdidit filium, me atque rem omnem meam. Well, but Chrysalus--that pattern of excellence--has ruined my boy and me and all that’s mine! _Phil._ Quid tibi ex filio nam, obsecro, aegrest? What in the world has your son done to vex you, pray? _Nic._ Scies: id, perit cum tuo: ambo aeque amicas habent. You shall know: this--he’s going to the dogs along with yours: the both of them alike have mistresses. _Phil._ Qui scis? How do you know? _Nic._ Vidi. I saw. _Phil._ Ei mihi, disperii. (_with apparent conviction_) Oh dear me! Terrible, terrible! _Nic._ Quid dubitamus pultare atque hue evocare ambos foras? Why don’t we go straight up and knock; and call them both out here? _Phil._ Haud moror. (_lukewarm_) I have no objection. _Nic._ Heus Bacchis, iube sic actutum aperiri fores, nisi mavoltis fores et postes comminui securibus. (_pounding on Bacchis’s door_) Hi! Bacchis! Be so good as to have the door opened this instant, unless you prefer to have door and doorposts smashed in with axes! V. 2. Scene 2. _Bacch._ Quis sonitu ac tumultu tanto nominat me atque pultat aedes? 1120 (_within_) Who’s raising such a din and uproar, calling me and beating on the house? ENTER THE TWO _Bacchises_ INTO DOORWAY. _Nic._ Ego atque hic. This gentleman and I. _Bacch._ Quid hoc est negoti nam, amabo? quis has hue ovis adegit? (_to sister after surveying them_) Mercy me, dear, what does this mean? Who drove these sheep here? _Nic._ Ovis nos vocant pessumae. (_to Philoxenus_) They’re calling us sheep, the sluts! _Soror_ Pastor harum dormit, quom haec eunt sic a pecu balitantes.