_Mer._

Ain vero, verbero? deos esse tui similis putas?
ego pol te istis tuis pro dictis et male factis, furcifer,
accipiam; modo sis veni huc: invenies infortunium.

(_aside_) So, you scoundrel? Think the gods are like
yourself, eh? By heaven, I’ll give you a reception to match
this talk and roguery of yours, you gallows-bird. Just you
be good enough to step this way, and you shall meet with a
mishap.

_Sos._

Ubi sunt isti scortatores, qui soli inviti cubant?
haec nox scita est exercendo scorto conducto male.

Where are those young blades that hate a lonely couch? Here
is your lovely night for gallivanting with an expensive lady.


_Mer._

Meus pater nunc pro huius verbis recte et sapienter facit,
qui complexus cum Alcumena cubat amans animo obsequens. 290

(_aside_) According to this chap, my father’s making good,
intelligent use of his time--loving to his heart’s content
with Alcmena in his fond embrace.