What you get here to-day will be a cross between nothing and next to nothing; make no mistake about that. So bring me a stomach that is ready for your ordinary fare. _Erg._ Quin ita faciam. ut tute cupias facere sumptum, etsi ego vetem. Why, I’ll make you long to squander money, you yourself, even though I should forbid it. _Hegio_ Egone? Me? _Erg._ Tune. Yes, sir, you! _Hegio_ Tum tu mi igitur erus es. Then you are my master, I take it. _Erg._ Immo benevolens. vin te faciam fortunatum? No, no, your whole-souled friend. Do you want me to make you a fortunate man? _Hegio_ Malim quam miserum quidem. Rather than unfortunate, why, yes. _Erg._ Cedo manum. Give me your hand. _Hegio_ Em manum. Here it is. (_Ergasilus again shakes it fervently_) _Erg._ Di te omnes adiuvant. The gods are with you! _Hegio_ Nil sentio. I wouldn’t know it. _Erg._ Non enim es in senticeto, eo non sentis. sed iube 860 vasa tibi pura apparari ad rem divinam cito, atque agnum afferri proprium pinguem. You wouldn’t? Well, you’re out of the wood; that’s why you don’t twig it. But see they get the holy vessels ready for worship--quick! Yes, and have a special lamb brought in, a fat one. _Hegio_ Cur? Why? _Erg._ Ut sacrufices. So that you may offer sacrifice. _Hegio_ Cui deorum? To what deity? _Erg._ Mi hercle, nam ego nunc tibi sum summus Iuppiter, idem ego sum Salus, Fortuna, Lux, Laetitia, Gaudium. proin tu deum hunc saturitate facias tranquillum tibi. To me, by gad! For I’m your Jupiter Most High now, myself; and Salvation, Fortune, Light, Gladness, Joy--they’re all this identical I! So mind you placate this divinity by stuffing him full. _Hegio_ Esurire mihi videre. You need food, I fancy. _Erg._ Mi quidem esurio, non tibi. No sir, I need food I fancy, not food you fancy. _Hegio_ Tuo arbitratu, facile patior. (_smiling_) Have it your own way: I’m perfectly willing to--crawl. _Erg._ Credo, consuetu’s puer. Crawl? I believe you: it’s a habit you--fell into--as a child. _Hegio_ Iuppiter te dique perdant. (_disgusted_) Oh, you be damned, sir! _Erg._ Te hercle--mi aequom est gratias agere ob nuntium; tantum ego nunc porto a portu tibi boni: nunc tu mihi places. And by Jove, you be--grateful to me, as you ought, for my news. The glorious news from the port I’m just reporting! Now your dinner begins to tempt me. _Hegio_ Abi, stultu’s, sero post tempus venis. 870 Be off, you idiot: you’re behind time, you have come too late. _Erg._