Qua facie voster Saurea est? si is est, iam scire potero. What does your Saurea look like? (_aside_) Now I can find out if that fellow is my man. _Lib._ Macilentis malis, rufulus aliquantum, ventriosus, truculentis oculis, commoda statura, tristi fronte. 400 (_reflectively_) Lantern-jawed--reddish hair--pot-bellied-- savage eyes--average height--and a scowl. _Merc._ _Trader_ Non potuit pictor rectius describere eius formam. (_aside_) No painter could give me a more living likeness of that fellow. _Lib._ Atque hercle ipsum adeo contuor, quassanti capite incedit. quisque obviam huic occesserit irato, vapulabit. (_looking down street_) Yes, and what’s more, he’s in sight himself, by gad,--swaggering along and shaking his head! Anyone that crosses his path when he’s angry gets thrashed. _Merc._ _Trader_ Siquidem hercle Aeacidinis minis animisque expletus incedit, si med iratus tetigerit, iratus vapulabit. Good Lord! No matter if he swaggers along as full of fire and fury as Achilles--if your angry man lays a hand on me, it’s your angry man gets thrashed. II. 4. Scene 4. ENTER _Leonida_, APPARENTLY IN A RAGE. _Leon._ Quid hoc sit negoti, neminem meum dictum magni facere? Libanum in tonstrinam ut iusseram venire, is nullus venit. ne ille edepol tergo et cruribus consuluit haud decore. What does this mean? Does no one mind what I say? I told Libanus to come to the barber’s shop, and he never came at all. By the Lord, he hasn’t given due thought to the welfare of his hide and shanks, that’s a fact! _Merc._ _Trader_ Nimis imperiosust. (_aside_) A precious domineering chap! _Lib._ Vae mihi. (_affecting terror_) Oh, I’m in for it! _Leon._ Hodie salvere iussi 410 Libanum libertum? iam manu emissu’s? (_to Libanus ironically_) Ah, greetings to Libanus the freedman, is it, to-day? Have you been manumitted now? (_advancing_) _Lib._ Obsecro te. (_cowering_) Please, please, sir! _Leon._ Ne tu hercle cum magno malo mihi obviam occessisti. cur non venisti, ut iusseram, in tonstrinam? By heaven, I’ll certainly give you good reason to regret crossing my path. Why didn’t you come to the barber’s, as I ordered? _Lib._ Hic me moratust. (_pointing to trader_) This gentleman delayed me. _Leon._ Siquidem hercle nunc summum Iovem te dicas detinuisse atque is precator adsiet, malam rem effugies numquam. tu, verbero, imperium meum contempsisti? (_without looking at trader_) Damme! You can go on and say Jove Almighty detained you, yes, and he can come here and plead your case, but you shall never escape a flogging. You scorned my authority, you whipping post? _Lib._ Perii, hospes.