pursuing shameful deeds, that stable of wickedness.
§160nunc húc meas fortúnas eo quéstum ad vicínam.
Now I am going hither to my neighbor to complain about my fortunes.
§161séd foris concrépuit, atque eápse eccam egreditúr foras: §162non pól per tempus iter húc mi incepi.
But the door has creaked, and look, she herself is coming out: by Pollux, I did not begin my journey hither out of season.
§163_165Sequimíni, comites, in próxumum me huc.
Follow me, companions, hither to the house next door.
heus vós, ecquis haec quae lóquor audit?
Ho there, does anyone hear what I am saying?
§166ego hic éro, vir si aut quispiám quaeret.
I shall be here, if my husband or anyone else should look for me.
§167nam úbi domi sóla sum, sópor manus cálvitur.
For when I am alone at home, sleep eludes my hands.
§168_170iussín colum ferrí mihi?
Did I not order my distaff to be brought to me?
§168_170bMyrrhína, salve.
Myrrhina, greetings.
§171Salvé mecastor.
Greetings, by Castor.
séd quid tu es tristís, amabo?
But why are you sad, pray tell me?
§172_175Itá solent omnes quae súnt male nuptae: §176domi ét foris aegre quód siet, satis sémper est.
Thus are all accustomed to be who are badly married: there is always enough trouble, both at home and abroad.
§177nam ego íbam ad te.
For I was going to you.
§177bEt pol ego ístuc ad te.
And by Pollux, I was going thither to you.
§178sed quíd est quod tuo nunc ánimo aegrest?
But what is it that troubles your mind now?
§179_180nam quód tibi est aégre, idem mi ést dividiae.
For whatever is painful to you, the same is a grief to me.
§181Credo écastor, nam vícinam nemínem amo merito mágis quam te §182nec † qua in plura sint mihi quae ego velim.
I believe it, by Castor; for deservedly I love no neighbor more than you, nor is there any with whom I share more of my wishes.
§183_185Amó te, atque istúc expetó scire quíd sit.
I love you, and I long to know what that is.
§186Péssumis mé modis déspicatúr domi.
I am treated with the greatest contempt at home.
§187Hém, quid est? díc idem (nám pol hau sátis meo
Ah, what is it?
§188córde accepí querellas tuas) ópsecro.
Say it again, pray (for by Pollux, I did not fully receive your complaints in my heart).
My husband treats me with the greatest contempt, nor do I have the power to assert my own rights.
That is strange, if you speak the truth, for husbands are unable to assert their rights against their wives.
§193Quín mihi ancíllulam ingrátiis póstulat, §194quaé mea est, quaé meo edúcta sumptú siet, §195vílico suo sé dare, §196séd ipsus eam amat.
Why, against my will he demands that a little handmaid, who is mine, and who was brought up at my expense, be given to his bailiff; but he himself is in love with her.
§198bIta est.
That is true.
unde éa tibi est?
From where did you get her?
§199nám peculí probam níl habere áddecet §200clám virum, ét quae habet, pártum ei haud cómmode est, §201quín viro aut súbtrahat aut stupro invénerit.
For it is not fitting for an honest woman to have any private property unbeknownst to her husband; and what she does have, it is not likely to have been acquired properly, without her either stealing it from her husband or obtaining it through unchastity.
§202hóc viri cénseo esse ómne, quidquíd tuom est.
I hold that whatever is yours belongs entirely to your husband.
§203Tu quidem advorsum tuam amicam omnia loqueris.
Indeed, you speak entirely against your friend.
§204_205Tace sís, stulta, et mi auscúlta.
Be silent, foolish woman, and listen to me.
nolí sis tu illi advórsari, §206sine amét, sine quod libet íd faciat, quandó tibi nil domi délicuom est.
Do not oppose him, please, let him love, let him do what he pleases, since you lack nothing at home.
§207_210Satin sána es? nam tu quidem ádvorsus tuam istaéc rem loquere.
Are you quite sane? For you indeed speak against your own interest.
Foolish woman, always avoid this word from your husband.
§211bCui verbo?
Which word?
'Go out of doors, woman.' Sh, be silent, What is it?
§212cÉm.
Look.
§212dQuis est, quém vides?
Who is it, whom do you see?
My husband is coming; go inside, hurry, please do.
§213bImpetrás, abeo.
You win, I am going.
Later, when there is more leisure for you and me, then I will talk with you.
nunc vale.
Now farewell.
§216bVáleas. — §217Omnibus rebus ego amorem credo et nitoribus nitidis antevenire, §218nec potis quicquam commemorari quod plus salis plusque leporis hodie §219habeat; cocos equidem nimis demiror, tot qui utuntur condimentis, §220eos eo condimento uno non utier, omnibus quod praestat.
Farewell. — I believe that love surpasses all things and shining splendors, nor can anything be mentioned today that has more wit and charm; indeed, I wonder greatly at cooks, who use so many seasonings, that they do not use that one seasoning which surpasses them all.
§221nam úbi amor condiméntum inerit, cuivís placituram escam crédo; §222neque sálsum neque suave ésse potest quicquam, úbi amor non admíscetur: §223fel quód amarumst, id mél faciet, hominem éx tristi lepidum ét lenem.
For where love is in the seasoning, I believe the food will please anyone; nor can anything be salty or sweet where love is not mixed in: what is bitter gall, love will make honey, and a man from gloomy into charming and gentle.
§224hanc égo de me coniécturam domi fácio magis quam ex aúditis; §225qui quóm amo Casinam, mágis niteo, mundítiis munditiam ántideo: §226myropólas omnes sollicito, ubicúmque est lepidum unguéntum, unguor, §227ut illí placeam; et placeo, út videor.
This conjecture I make about myself at home, rather than from hearsay; since I love Casina, I shine more, and surpass neatness itself in neatness: I trouble all the perfumers, and wherever there is a delightful ointment, I am anointed, to please her; and I do please her, as it seems.
sed uxór me excruciat, quía vivit.
But my wife tortures me, because she lives.
§228tristem ástare aspició.
I see her standing sad.
blande haec mihi mála res appellánda est.
This bad trouble must be addressed gently by me.
§229uxór mea meaque amoénitas, quid tu agis?
My wife and my delight, what are you doing?
§229bAbi atque abstine manum.
Go away and keep your hand off.
§230Heiá, mea Iuno, nón decet esse té tam tristem tuó Iovi.
Come, my Juno, it does not become you to be so sad to your Jupiter.
§231quo núnc abis?
Where are you going now?
§231bMítte me.
Let me go.
§231cMane.
Stay.
§231dNon máneo.
I will not stay.
§231eAt pol ego té sequar.
But by Pollux, I will follow you.
§232Óbsecro, sanun est?
Pray, are you sane?
§232bSánus quom téd amo.
I am sane since I love you.
§233Nólo ames.
I don't want you to love.