Out with what you want: I shall not hurt you! _Sos._ Tuae fide credo? Can I take your word for that? _Mer._ Meae. You can. _Sos._ Quid si falles? What if you fool me? _Mer._ Tum Mercurius Sosiae iratus siet. (_solemnly_) Then may Sosia feel the wrath of Mercury! _Sos._ Animum advorte. nunc licet mihi libere quidvis loqui. Amphitruonis ego sum servos Sosia. Listen here, sir. Now I’m free to come out plain with anything. I am Amphitryon’s Sosia, I am. _Mer._ Etiam denuo? (_advancing_) What? Again? _Sos._ Pacem feci, foedus feci. vera dico. (_vigorously_) I made peace--I struck a treaty! It’s the truth. _Mer._ Vapula. Be thrashed to you! _Sos._ Ut libet quid tibi libet fac, quoniam pugnis plus vales; verum, utut es facturus, hoc quidem hercle haud reticebo tamen. Suit yourself, do what suits you, seeing your fists are too much for me. (_doggedly_) But just the same, no matter what you do, I won’t keep that back, by gad, not that. _Mer._ Tu me vivos hodie numquam facies quin sim Sosia. You shall never live to make me anyone but Sosia, never. _Sos._ Certe edepol tu me alienabis numquam quin noster siem; nec nobis praeter med alius quisquam est servos Sosia.[14] 400 And by thunder, you shall never do me out of being our family’s servant. No sir, and I’m the only servant Sosia we have. _Mer._ Hic homo sanus non est. The man is crazy. _Sos._ Quod mihi praedicas vitium, id tibi est. (402) quid, malum, non sum ego servos Amphitruonis Sosia? nonne hac noctu nostra navis huc ex portu Persico venit, quae me advexit? nonne me huc erus misit meus? Crazy? You’re putting your own complaint off on to me. (_half to himself_) See here, dash it, an’t I Amphitryon’s servant Sosia? Didn’t our ship arrive this night from Port Persicus, and I on it? Didn’t my own master send me here? nonne ego nunc sto ante aedes nostras? non mi est lanterna in manu? non loquor, non vigilo? nonne hic homo modo me pugnis contudit? fecit hercle, nam etiam misero nunc mihi malae dolent. quid igitur ego dubito, aut cur non intro eo in nostram domum? An’t I standing in front of our own house this minute? Haven’t I got a lantern in my hand? An’t I talking? An’t I awake? Didn’t this chap just give me a bruising? Lord, but he did! Why, my poor jaws ache even now. What am I hesitating for, then? Or why don’t I go inside our house? _Mer._ Quid, domum vostram? What? Your house? _Sos._ Ita enim vero. Yes, just so.