_Phil._ Potandumst. 1190 (_clapping him on the shoulder_) Drink you must. _Nic._ Age iam, id ut ut est, etsi est dedecori patiar, facere inducam animum egon, cum haec cum illo accubet, inspectem? (_giving way temporarily_) Come on then, no matter what it is, disgraceful though it be, I’ll stand it, I’ll bring myself to it. (_after a pause, doubtfully_) Am I to look on while she’s on the couch beside him? _Bacch._ Immo equidem pol tecum accumbam, te amabo et te amplexabor. Goodness me, no indeed! I’ll be on the couch beside you, loving you and hugging you. (_snuggles up to him_) _Nic._ Caput prurit, perii, vix negito. (_aside_) My head does itch! Dear, dear, dear! It is hard to keep on saying no! _Bacch._ Non tibi venit in mentem, amabo, si dum vivas tibi bene facias tam pol id quidem esse haud perlonginquom, neque, si hoc hodie amissis, post in morte eventurum esse umquam? My dear man, doesn’t it occur to you that, supposing you do enjoy yourself all your life, this life is very, very short, after all,--good gracious, yes!--and that if you let this chance slip, it won’t come again when you’re dead, ever? _Nic._ Quid ago? (_nearly helpless_) What am I to do? _Phil._ Quid agas? rogitas etiam? To do? The idea of asking that! _Nic._ Libet et metuo. I long to, and--I’m afraid. _Bacch._ Quid metuis? Afraid of what? _Nic._ Ne obnoxius filio sim et servo. Of humbling myself before my son and servant. _Bacch._ Mel meum, amabo, etsi haec fiunt, tuost: unde illum sumere censes, nisi quod tute illi dederis? hanc veniam illis sine te exorem. Oh, honey, there’s a dear, now! Even if it’s all so, he’s your own boy: where do you think he’s to get money, except from your own generous self? Do let me persuade you to forgive them. _Nic._ Ut terebrat! satin offirmatum quod mihi erat, id me exorat? 1200 tua sum opera et propter te improbior. (_half aside_) How she does drill through a man! Is she actually persuading me against my fixed intention? (_giving up the struggle and yielding to Bacchis’s caresses_) I’m a reprobate now, and all because of you and your efforts. _Bacch._ Ne tis[32] quam mea mavellem. satin ego istuc habeo firmatum? (_softly and tenderly_) Oh, I do wish it had been your efforts rather than (_giving her sister a dreary smile_) mine. So I’m actually to take that as your fixed intention? _Nic._ Quod semel dixi haud mutabo What I have once said I won’t change. _Bacch._ It dies, ite intro accubitum, filii vos exspectant intus. The day is going: go inside and take your places on the couches. Your sons are within waiting for you. _Nic._ Quam quidem actutum emoriamur.