Non taces? 700 quid si e portu navis huc nos dormientis detulit? Hush, sir, hush! What if the ship carried us here from the harbour in our sleep? _Amph._ Etiam tu quoque adsentaris huic? Ha! you are siding with her too, are you? _Sos._ Quid vis fieri? non tu scis? Bacchae bacchanti si velis advorsarier, ex insana insaniorem facies, feriet saepius; si obsequare, una resolvas plaga. (_wisely_) Well, what do you want? Don’t you understand? You but cross a Bacchante when the Bacchic frenzy fills her, and you’ll make the crazy thing crazier still and she’ll hit you all the more: humour her, and she’ll call it quits after one blow. _Amph._ At pol qui certa res hanc est obiurgare, quae me hodie advenientem domum noluerit salutare. Humour her? By the Lord, it will be bad humour, that’s sure,--arriving home to-day and she unwilling to give me a decent welcome! _Sos._ Inritabis crabrones. You’ll be poking up a hornet’s nest. _Amph._ Tace. Alcumena, unum rogare te volo. Silence! (_to Alcmena, sternly_) Alcmena, there is something I wish to ask you. _Alc._ Quid vis roga. Anything you please. _Amph._ Num tibi aut stultitia accessit aut superat superbia? Are you obsessed by some foolish notion, or is this pride running away with you? _Alc._ Qui istuc in mentemst tibi ex me, mi vir, percontarier? 710 What makes it enter your head to ask me such a question, my husband? _Amph._ Quia salutare advenientem me solebas antidhac, appellare, itidem ut pudicae suos viros quae sunt solent. eo more expertem te factam adveniens offendi domi. Because till to-day you used to welcome me on my arrival and greet me as modest wives generally do their husbands. Yet here I come home to find you have dropped the habit. _Alc._ Ecastor equidem te certo heri advenientem ilico, et salutavi et valuissesne usque exquisivi simul, mi vir, et manum prehendi et osculum tetuli tibi. Why mercy me, when you came home yesterday I certainly did welcome you the moment you appeared, and asked you in the same breath if you had been well all the time, and seized your hand and gave you a kiss. _Sos._ Tun heri hunc salutavisti? Welcomed him yesterday, did you? _Alc._ Et te quoque etiam, Sosia. Yes, and you, too, Sosia. _Sos._ Amphitruo, speravi ego istam tibi parituram filium; verum non est puero gravida. Sir, I hoped she was going to bear you a son; but it’s no child she’s got. _Amph._ Quid igitur? What, then? _Sos._ Insania. A crazy streak. _Alc._ Equidem sana sum et deos quaeso, ut salva pariam filium. 720 verum tu malum magnum habebis, si his suom officium facit: ob istuc omen, ominator, capies quod te condecet.