Naucrates, whom I wanted to get hold of wasn’t on the ship, and not a soul can I find at his house or in the city who has seen him. Why, I’ve hobbled through every street, gymnasium, and perfumery shop: down in the bazaar and the market, at the athletic field and the forum, too, at the doctor’s, the barber’s, the holy temples from first to last,--I’m tired to death looking for him and not a sign of Naucrates anywhere. nunc domum ibo atque ex uxore hanc rem pergam exquirere, quis fuerit quem propter corpus suom stupri compleverit nam me, quam illam quaestionem inquisitam hodie amittere, mortuom satrust. sed aedis occluserunt. eugepae, pariter hoc fit atque ut alia facta sunt. feriam foris. aperite hoc. heus, ecquis hic est? ecquis hoc aperit ostium? 1020 Now I’m going home and ask my wife some more questions about this, and (_savagely_) find out who it is she has prostituted herself for. Ah, I’d sooner die than let the day pass without having this matter settled. (_trying door_) Well! they’ve locked up the house! Nice doings! Quite in accord with the rest of it. I’ll knock. (_does so_) Open up here! Hey! is anyone in? Open--somebody! (_knocks more lustily_) IV. 2. Scene 2. _Mercury_, MUCH DISHEVELED, APPEARS ON ROOF. _Mer._ Quis ad fores est? (_thickly_) Who’s at the door? _Amph._ Ego sum. I am. _Mer._ Quid ego sum? I am, eh? _Amph._ Ita loquor. (_sharply_) So I say. _Mer._ Tibi Iuppiter dique omnes nati certo sunt, qui sic frangas fores. Jupiter and ... all the ... gods ... are surely angry at you ... demolishing our door so. _Amph._ Quo modo? What do you mean! _Mer._ Eo modo, ut profecto vivas aetatem miser. Here’s ... what I mean ... you’re certainly going to have a bad, bad time of it. _Amph._ Sosia. (_sternly_) Sosia! _Mer._ Ita, sum Sosia, nisi me esse oblitum existimas. quid nunc vis? Just so! That’s me ... unless you think I’ve forgotten. Now what do ... you want? _Amph._ Sceleste, at etiam quid velim, id tu me rogas. Rascal! Do you actually dare ask me that--what I want? _Mer._ Ita, rogo. paene effregisti, fatue, foribus cardines an foris censebas nobis publicitus praeberier? quid me aspectas, stolide? quid nunc vis tibi? aut quid tu es homo? Of course I do. You’ve almost hammered the doors off their hinges, you ... stupid. Didn’t suppose we were supplied with doors at public expense, did you? What are you staring at me for, you ... booby? What are you after now? Who are you? _Amph._ Verbero, etiam quis ego sim me rogitas, ulmorum Acheruns? quem pol ego hodie ob istaec dicta faciam ferventem flagris. 1030