[Footnote G: Boia means a woman of the Boii, also a malefactor’s collar.] _Hegio_ Dic, bonan fide tu mi istaec verba dixisti? See here, have you told me all this in good faith? _Erg._ Bona. 890 In good faith. _Hegio_ Di immortales, iterum gnatus videor, si vera autumas. Great heavens! I feel like a new man, if what you say is true. _Erg._ Ain tu? dubium habebis etiam, sancte quom ego iurem tibi? postremo, Hegio, si parva iuri iurandost fides, vise ad portum. Eh? How’s that? You’ll still doubt me when I’d give you my sacred word on it? Very well then, Hegio, if my solemn oath is insufficient for you, go down to the harbour and see for yourself. _Hegio_ Facere certumst. tu intus cura quod opus est. sume, posce, prome quid vis. te facio cellarium. (_excited_) Precisely what I will do. You go inside and attend to what’s needed. Take anything you want, ask for it, get it from the store-room. I make you butler. _Erg._ Nam hercle, nisi mantiscinatus probe ero, fusti pectito. (_wild with joy_) Now by Jupiter, if I don’t do some handsome catering, comb me down with a club! _Hegio_ Aeternum tibi dapinabo victum, si vera autumas. I’ll dinner you till doomsday, if it’s true. _Erg._ Unde id? And who’s to pay? _Hegio_ A me meoque gnato. I and my son. _Erg._ Sponden tu istud? I have your word on that? _Hegio_ Spondeo. My word. _Erg._ At ego tuom tibi advenisse filium respondeo. And for my part, my word to you is--your son has arrived. _Hegio_ Cura quam optume potes. (_making off toward harbour_) Attend to everything the very best you can. IV. 3. Scene 3. _Erg._ Bene ambula et redambula. 900 illic hinc abiit, mihi rem summam credidit cibariam. di immortales, iam ut ego collos praetruncabo tegoribus, quanta pernis pestis veniet, quanta labes larido, quanta sumini absumedo, quanta callo calamitas, quanta laniis lassitudo, quanta porcinariis. A pleasant walk and--backwalk--to you. [EXIT _Hegio_] He’s gone! And the whole blessed commissariat left to me! Ye immortal gods! how I’ll knock necks off backs now! Ah, ham’s case is hopeless, and bacon’s in a bad, bad way! And sow’s udder--done for utterly! Oh, how pork rind will go to pot! Butchers and pig-dealers--won’t I bustle ’em! nam si alia memorem, quae ad ventris victum conducunt, morast. nunc ibo, ut pro praefectura mea ius dicam larido, et quae pendent indemnatae pernae, eis auxilium ut feram.