_Leon._ Hariolare. edepol senem Demaenetum lepidum fuisse nobis: 580 ut adsimulabat Sauream med esse quam facete! nimis aegre risum contini, ubi hospitem inclamavit, quod se absente mihi fidem habere noluisset. ut memoriter me Sauream vocabat atriensem. You’re a prophet! By gad, old Demaenetus did do the handsome thing by us. The way he pretended I was Saurea--clever, my word! I did have a deuce of a time holding in when he hauled our guest over the coils for not being willing to trust me in his absence. The way he remembered to keep calling me steward Saurea! _Lib._ Mane dum. (_looking toward Cleareta’s house_) Wait, though! _Leon._ Quid est? What’s up? _Lib._ Philaenium estne haec quae intus exit atque Argyrippus una? Isn’t this Philaenium coming out here, yes, and Argyrippus along with her? _Leon._ Opprime os, is est. subauscultemus. (_in low tone_) Shut your mouth--so it is. Let’s do some eaves-dropping (_they retire_) _Lib._ Lacrumantem lacinia tenet lacrumans. quidnam esse dicam? taciti auscultemus. Both crying and she holding on to the lappet of his cloak! What on earth is the matter! Let’s keep still and listen. _Leon._ Attatae, modo hercle in mentem venit, nimis vellem habere perticam. Oh-h! Jove! It has just occurred to me; how I do wish I had a pole! _Lib._ Quoi rei? What for? _Leon._ Qui verberarem asinos, si forte occeperint clamare hinc ex crumina 590 To whop those asses, if they happen to start braying in the wallet here. III. 3. Scene 3. ENTER _Argyrippus_ AND _Philaenium_ FROM THE DOORWAY OF _Cleareta’s_ HOUSE WHERE THEY HAVE BEEN STANDING _Argyr._ Cur me retentas? (_sadly_) Why hold me back? _Phil._ Quia tui amans abeuntis egeo. (_tearfully_) Because it’s dreadful having you leave me when I love you so. _Argyr._ Vale. (_trying half heartedly to release himself_) Farewell! _Phil._ Aliquanto amplius valerem, si his maneres. (_still clinging to him_) I should fare much better if you’d stay with me. _Argyr._ Salve. And God bless you! _Phil._ Salvere me iubes, quoi tu abiens offers morbum? You ask God to bless me when you curse me yourself by going? _Argyr._ Mater supremam mihi tua dixit, domum ire iussit. Your mother said this was to be my last hour; she has ordered me home. _Phil._ Acerbum funus filiae faciet, si te carendum est. She’ll make her daughter die in misery, if I must be deprived of you. _Lib._ Homo hercle hinc exclusust foras. (_aside to Leonida_) By gad! He’s been shut out of the house here. _Leon._ Ita res est. So he has. _Argyr._ Mitte quaeso. (_dismally_) Come, come, let go! (_pulls away from her and turns to go_) _Phil._