tum lanii autem, qui concinnant liberis orbas oves, qui locant caedundos agnos et duplam agninam danunt, qui petroni nomen indunt verveci sectario, 820 eum ego si in via petronem publica conspexero et petronem et dominum reddam mortales miserrumos. Yes, and the butchers, too, that bereave sheep of their little ones, that engage to sell you lambs fit for slaughter, and then give you lamb as old as two lambs, and pass off a tough old ram as a prime wether--if I spy that ram on a city thoroughfare, I’ll make ram and owner the saddest men alive! _Hegio_ Eugepae, edictiones aedilicias hic quidem habet, mirumque adeost ni hunc fecere sibi Aetoli agoranomum. (_aside_) Splendid! Why, he is issuing edicts like a Comptroller of the Victualling: I shouldn’t be surprised if the Aetolians have made him market inspector. _Erg._ Non ego nunc parasitus sum, sed regum rex regalior, tantus ventri commeatus meo adest in portu cibus sed ego cesso hunc Hegionem onerare laetitia senem, quo homine hominum adaeque nemo vivit fortunatior? I’m no parasite now, not I! I’m a precious potent potentate of potentates, with all that invoice at the harbour for my belly--food, food! But I must hurry and load old Hegio here with ecstasy. There’s not a luckier man alive than he! _Hegio_ Quae illaec est laetitia, quam illic laetus largitur mihi? (_aside_) What ecstasy is it this ecstatic creature is going to lavish on me? _Erg._ Heus ubi estis? ecquis hic est? ecquis hoc aperit ostium? 830 (_pounding on Hegio’s door_) Hi! Where are you? Anybody here? Anybody going to open this door? _Hegio_ Hic homo ad cenam recipit se ad me. (_aside_) The fellow is coming to dine with me. _Erg._ Aperite hasce ambas fores prius quam pultando assulatim foribus exitium adfero. Open this door--both doors--before I knock ’em to flinders and finish ’em for good and all! _Hegio_ Perlubet hunc hominem colloqui. Ergasile. (_aside_) I should quite enjoy a word with him. (_aloud_) Ergasilus! _Erg._ Ergasilum qui vocat? (_still pounding_) Who calls Ergasilus? _Hegio_ Respice. Vouchsafe me a look, sir. _Erg._ Fortuna quod tibi nec facit nec faciet, me iubes. sed quis est? (_without turning his head_) Vouchsafe you a look, eh! That is more than Good Luck does for you, or ever will do, either! Who is it, though? _Hegio_ Respice ad me, Hegio sum. Look around this way. It’s Hegio. _Erg._ Oh mihi, quantum est hominum optumorum optume, in tempore advenis. (_rushing up_) Oh! oh! You best of all the best men that tread the earth, you come just in time! _Hegio_ Nescio quem ad portum nactus es ubi cenes, eo fastidis. You have hit upon some one or other at the harbour to dine with: that’s why you are so haughty.