(_swinging heavily_) Downright sinful, this! This is a shame! ’Tis wrong of my arm to learn really to jab a jaw! (_to arm as he feels biceps_) Merely graze a man with thy fist and his shape must needs be altered. _Sos._ Illic homo me interpolabit meumque os finget denuo. (_aside_) That bully’s going to do me up and mould my face all over again for me. _Mer._ Exossatum os esse oportet quem probe percusseris. The face that thou shalt smite in earnest is bound thereafter to be boneless. _Sos._ Mirum ni hic me quasi murenam exossare cogitat. ultro istunc qui exossat homines, perii, si me aspexerit. 320 (_aside_) Sure enough he’s reckoning on boning me like a lamprey. I--I object to these man-boners. It’s all up if he catches sight of me. _Mer._ Olet homo quidam malo suo. (_sniffing the air_) Ha! I smell somebody, and woe to him! _Sos._ Ei, numnam ego obolui? (_aside_) Oh, dear! It can’t be he’s got a whiff of me? _Mer._ Atque haud longe abesse oportet, verum longe hinc afuit. Aye, and he must be near at hand, albeit he has been afar from here. _Sos._ Illi homo superstitiosust. (_aside_) The fellow’s got second sight. _Mer._ Gestiunt pugni mihi. My fists are rampant. _Sos._ Si in me exercituru’s, quaeso in parietem ut primum domes. (_in low tone_) If you intend to put ’em through their paces on me, for heaven’s sake break ’em in first on the wall. _Mer._ Vox mi ad aures advolavit. A voice hath flown unto my ear. _Sos._ Ne ego homo infelix fui, qui non alas intervelli: volucrem vocem gestito. (_aside_) There you are! I swear I am an unlucky devil not to have clipped its wings, and me with such a bird-like voice. _Mer._ Illic homo a me sibi malam rem arcessit iumento suo. Yon wight doth summon me to wallop his beast’s back for him. _Sos._ Non equidem ullum habeo iumentum. (_aside_) Never a beast do I own, not I. _Mer._ Onerandus est pugnis probe. He needs a lusty load of buffets. _Sos._ Lassus sum hercle, navi ut vectus huc sum: etiam nunc nauseo; vix incedo inanis, ne ire posse cum onere existimes. 330 (_in low tone_) Oh Lord! and me all done up with that sea trip home! I’m seasick even now. It’s all I can do to stump along empty handed, so don’t think I can travel with a load. _Mer._ Certe enim his nescio quis loquitur. Yea, of a truth some one is talking here. _Sos._ Salvos sum, non me videt: nescioquem loqui autumat; mihi certo nomen Sosiaest. (_in lower tone_) Saved! He doesn’t see me. It’s Some one he says is talking: and my same is Sosia, I know that for a fact. _Mer._ Hinc enim mihi dextra vox auris, ut videtur, verberat. Yes, a voice from the right here, as it seems, doth strike my ear. _Sos._