You scoundrel! Still asking me who I am, you death on rods, you? By gad, I’ll warm you up with a whip to day for this insolence! _Mer._ Prodigum te fuisse oportet olim in adulescentia. You must have been a waster ... in your ... younger days. _Amph._ Quidum? How so? _Mer._ Quia senecta aetate a me mendicas malum. Well ... here you are in your declining years begging ... me for trouble. _Amph._ Cum cruciatu tuo istaec hodie, verna, verba funditas. You shall soon suffer for this flow of language, you drudge. _Mer._ Sacrufico ego tibi. I’m sacrificing to ye, I am. _Amph._ Qui? How? _Mer._ Quia enim te macto infortunio. (_slyly poising a pail of water_) Why, because I’m making you an offering of a ... calamity. [_At this point there is a gap in the MSS. Only a few lines have been preserved. Leo outlines the lost part as follows: After Mercury has had sufficient amusement with Amphitryon, the disturbance calls Alcmena from within. She has a dispute with her husband--Jupiter had left her earlier so that he might offer sacrifice--and shuts him out of the house. Perhaps Amphitryon went away to summon friends to aid him: at any rate, Sosia appears with Blepharo and gets a bad welcome from his master, despite Blepharo’s patronage, and then escapes. Jupiter comes out of the house. Husband and lover abuse each other vigorously and a scuffle ensues. Blepharo is appealed to by Amphitryon, only to be made ridiculous by Jupiter._] _Amph._ At ego te cruce et cruciatu mactabo, mastigia. I But I’ll make you an offering of torture and torment, you whipping post. _Mer._ Erus Amphitruost occupatus. II The master, Amphitryon, is busy. _Mer._ abiendi nunc tibi etiam occasiost. III (XV LG) ---- now you still have a chance to leave. _Mer._ Optimo iure infringatur aula cineris in caput. IV (III) It would serve you right to have a pot of ashes broken on your head. _Mer._ Ne tu postules matulam unam tibi aquae infundi in caput V (IV) You would certainly ask to have one jar of water emptied on your head. _Mer._ Larvatu’s edepol hominem miserum medicum quaerita. VI (VII) Bewitched! Dear, dear! poor man! Look for a doctor. _Alc._ Exiuravisti te mihi dixe per iocum. VII (XI) You swore solemnly that you said it to me in fun. _Alc._ Quaeso advenienti morbo medicari iube VIII (XII) tu certe aut larvatus aut cerritus es. For mercy’s sake have this disease treated at the outset; you surely are bewitched or crazed. _Alc._ Nisi hoc ita factum est, proinde ut factum esse autumo, IX (XIII) non causam dico quin vero insimules probri.