_Pyrgopolinices._ What is the sum total of those men? _Artotrogus._ Seven thousand. _Pyrgopolinices._ It must be as much; you keep the reckoning well. _Artotrogus._ Yet I have none of them written down; still, I remember it was so. _Pyrgopolinices._ By my troth, you have a right good memory. _Artotrogus_ (_aside_). ’Tis the flesh-pots give it a fillip. _Pyrgopolinices._ So long as you shall do as you have done hitherto, you shall always have something to eat; I will always make you a partaker at my table. _Artotrogus._ Besides, in Cappadocia you would have killed five hundred men altogether at one blow, had not your saber been blunt. _Pyrgopolinices._ I let them live, because I was quite sick of fighting. _Artotrogus._ Why should I tell you what all mortals know, that you, Pyrgopolinices, live upon the earth with your valor, beauty, and achievements unsurpassed? All the women are in love with you, and that not without reason, since you are so handsome. Witness those girls that pulled me by my mantle yesterday. _Pyrgopolinices._ What was it they said to you? _Artotrogus._ They questioned me about you. “Is Achilles here?” says one to me. “No,” says I, “his brother is.” Then says the other to me, “By my troth, but he is a handsome and a noble man. See how his long hair becomes him! Certainly the women are lucky who share his favors.” _Pyrgopolinices._ And pray, did they really say so? _Artotrogus._ They both entreated me to bring you past today, so that they might see you. _Pyrgopolinices._ ’Tis really a very great plague to a man to be too handsome! _Artotrogus._ They are quite a nuisance to me; they are praying, entreating, beseeching me to let them see you; sending for me for that purpose, so that I can’t give my attention to your business. _Pyrgopolinices._ It seems that it is time for us to go to the Forum, that I may count out their pay to those soldiers whom I lately enlisted; for King Seleucus entreated me with most earnest suit that I would raise and enlist recruits for him. To that business I have resolved to devote my attention this day. _Artotrogus._ Come, let’s be going, then. _Pyrgopolinices._ Guards, follow me. --_The Braggart Captain._ _THE SUSPICIOUS MISER_ MEGADORUS _and_ EUNOMIA _Eunomia._ Tell me pray, who is she whom you would like to take for a wife? _Megadorus._ I’ll tell you. Do you know that Euclio, the poor old man close by? _Eunomia._ I know him; not a bad sort of man. _Megadorus._ I’d like his maiden daughter to be promised me in marriage. Don’t make any words about it, sister; I know what you are going to say--that she’s poor. This poor girl pleases me. _Eunomia._ May the gods prosper it! _Megadorus._ I hope the same. _Eunomia._ Do you wish me to stay for anything else? _Megadorus._ No; farewell. _Eunomia._ And to you the same, brother. (_Goes into the house._)