§82qui dederit, magis maiores nugas egerit. §83sed illi patruo húius, qui vivit senex, §84Carthaginiensi duae fuere filiae, §85altera quinquennis, altera quadrimula: §86cum nutrice una periere a Magaribus. §87eas quí surripuit, in Anactorium devehit, §88vendit eas omnis, et nutricem et virgines, §89praesenti argento hómini, si leno est homo, §90quantum hominum terra sustinet sacerrumo. §91vosmet nunc facite coniecturam ceterum, §92quid id sit hominis, cui Lyco nomen siet. §93is ex Anactorio, ubi prius habitaverat, §94huc commigravit in Calydonem haú diu, §95sui quaésti causa. is in illis habitat aedibus. §96earum híc adulescens alteram efflictim perit, §97suam síbi cognatam, imprudens, neque scit quae siet §98neque eam umquam tetigit, ita eum leno macerat: §101quia amare cernit, tangere hominem volt bolo. §102illam minorem in concubinatum sibi §103volt emere miles quidam, qui illam deperit. §104sed pater illarum Poenus, postquam eas perdidit, §105mari terraque úsquequaque quaeritat. §106ubi quamque in urbem ést ingressus, ilico §107omnes meretrices, ubi quisque habitant, invenit; §108dat aurum, ducit noctem, rogitat postibi §109unde sít, quoiatis, captane an surrupta sit, §110quo genere gnata, qui parentes fuerint. §111ita docte atque astu filias quaerit suas. §112et is omnis linguas scit, sed dissimulat sciens §113se scire: Poenus plane est.
He who gives it will have spent even greater efforts in vain.\n But to that uncle of this youth, the old Carthaginian who is living,\n there were two daughters,\n one five years old, the other four years old:\n together with their nurse they vanished from Magara.\n The man who stole them carried them off to Anactorium,\n and sold them all, both the nurse and the maidens,\n for cash in hand to a man—if a pimp can be called a man—\n the most accursed of all the men whom the earth supports.\n You yourselves now make your conjecture for the rest,\n as to what kind of man he is, whose name is Lyco.\n He, from Anactorium, where he had lived before,\n has recently migrated here to Calydon,\n for the sake of his trade; he lives in that house.\n This young man is dying of love for one of them,\n his own relative, unknowingly, and he does not know who she is,\n nor has he ever touched her, so much does the pimp torment him:\n\n\n because he sees that he is in love, the man wants to catch him with a big bait.\n That younger girl, for concubinage for himself,\n a certain soldier wants to buy, who is dying of love for her.\n But the Carthaginian, the father of those girls, after he lost them,\n searches for them everywhere, by sea and land.\n Whenever he enters any city, immediately\n he finds out all the prostitutes, wherever they live;\n he gives gold, spends the night, and asks afterwards\n where she is from, of what country, whether she was captured or stolen,\n of what family she was born, and who her parents were.\n Thus cleverly and cunningly he searches for his daughters.\n And he knows all languages, but knowingly dissembles\n that he knows them; he is a thorough Carthaginian.
quid verbis opust? §114is heri huc in portum navi venit vesperi, §115pater harunc; idem huic patruos adulescentulo est: §116iamne hoc tenetis? si tenetis, ducite; §117cave dírumpatis, quaeso, sinite transigi. §118ehem, paéne oblitus sum relicuom dicere. §119ille quí adoptavit hunc sibi pro filio, §120is illi Poeno húius patruo hospes fuit. §121is hodie huc veniet reperietque hic filias §122et hunc sui fratris filium, ut quidem dídici ego. §123ego ibo, ornabor; vos aequo animo noscite. §124hic qui hodie veniet, reperiet suas filias §125et hunc sui fratris filium.
What need of words?\n He arrived here in port yesterday evening by ship,\n the father of these girls; the same is the uncle to this youth:\n do you hold this now? If you hold it, carry it along;\n take care not to break it up, please, allow it to be completed.\n Oh, I almost forgot to tell you the rest.\n That man who adopted this youth as his son,\n he was the guest-friend to that Carthaginian, this youth's uncle.\n He will come here today and find his daughters here,\n and this son of his brother, as indeed I have learned.\n I will go and get dressed; you, observe with an unbiased mind.\n He who will come here today will find his daughters,\n and this son of his brother.
dehinc ceterum §126valete, adeste.
Now for the rest,\n farewell, and pay attention.
ibo, alius nunc fieri volo: §127quod restat, restant alii qui faciant palam. §128valete atque adiuvate, ut vos servet Salus. §129Saepe ego res multas tibi mandavi, Milphio, §130dubias, egenas, inopiosas consili, §131quas tu sapienter, docte et cordate et cate §132mihi reddidisti ópiparas opera tua. §133quibus pró bene factis fateor deberi tibi §134et libertatem et multas grates gratias. §135Scitumst, per tempus si obviamst, verbum vetus. §136nam tuae blanditiae mihi sunt, quod dici solet, §137gerrae germanae, σαὶ δὲ κολλῦραι λύραι. §138nunc mihi blandidicus es: heri in tergo meo §139tris facile corios contrivisti bubulos. §140Amans per amorem si quid feci, Milphio, §141ignoscere id te mi aequom est. §141bHaud vidi magis. §142em, nunc ego amore pereo.
I will go, I want to become another person now:\n what remains, others remain to make it public.\n Farewell and support us, so that Salus may preserve you.\n Agorastocles: Often have I entrusted many matters to you, Milphio,\n doubtful, difficult, and devoid of counsel,\n which you, wisely, skillfully, prudently, and cleverly,\n returned to me splendidly managed by your effort.\n For which good deeds I confess that I owe you\n both your freedom and many thanks and gratitude.\n Milphio: It is a fine thing, if met with in time, that old proverb.\n For your flatteries are to me, as the saying goes,\n sheer nonsense, 'your loaves of bread are harps'.\n Now you speak sweet words to me; yesterday on my back\n you easily wore out three ox-hides.\n Agorastocles: If I, a lover, did anything out of love, Milphio,\n it is fair that you forgive me for it.\n Milphio: I have never seen the like!\n Look, now I am dying of love.
sine te verberem, §143item ut tu mihi fecisti, ob nullam noxiam: §144post id locorum tu mihi amanti ignoscito. §145Si tibi lubido est aut voluptati, sino: §146suspende, vinci, verbera; auctor sum, sino. §147Si auctoritatem postea defugeris, §148ubi dissolutus tu sies, ego pendeam. §149Egone istuc ausim facere, praesertim tibi? §150quin si feriri video te, extemplo dolet. §151Mihi quidem hercle. §151bImmo mihi. §151cIstuc mavelim. §152sed quid nunc tibi vis? §152bCur ego apud te mentiar? §153amo immodeste. §153bMeae istuc scapulae sentiunt. §154At ego hanc vicinam dico Adelphasium meam,
Let me beat you,\n just as you did to me, for no fault at all:\n after that, you forgive me, who am in love.\n Agorastocles: If it is your desire or pleasure, I allow it:\n hang me up, bind me, beat me; I authorize it, I allow it.\n Milphio: If you escape from your authorization afterwards,\n when you are unbound, I might be the one hanging.\n Agorastocles: Would I dare to do that, especially to you?\n Why, if I see you being struck, it hurts at once.\n Milphio: It hurts me indeed, by Hercules!\n Agorastocles: No, it hurts me.\n Milphio: I would prefer that to be the case.\n But what do you want now?\n Agorastocles: Why should I lie to you?\n I love immoderately.\n Milphio: My shoulder-blades feel that.\n Agorastocles: But I am speaking of this neighbor of mine, Adelphasium,