§223omnía iam circumcúrsavi atque omníbus latebris perréptavi §224quaerére conservam, vóce oculis auríbus ut pervestígarem.
I have already run all around and crept through every hiding place to seek my fellow slave, so that I might track her down with my voice, eyes, and ears.
§225neque eam úsquam invenio néque quo eam neque quá quaeram consúltumst, §226neque quém rogitem respónsorem quemquam ínterea convénio, §227neque mágis solae terraé solae sunt quam haéc loca atque hae regiónes; §228neque sí vivit, eam víva umquam quin ínveniam desístam.
And I do not find her anywhere, nor is it determined where to go or where to search, nor meanwhile do I meet anyone whom I might ask for an answer; nor indeed are lonely lands more lonely than these places and these regions; but if she lives, I will never stop searching until I find her, as long as I live.
§229Quóianam vox míhi prope hic sonat?
Whose voice is that sounding near me here?
§230Pértimui, quis híc loquitur prope?
I am terrified, who is speaking near here?
Good hope, I pray, come to my aid, and free a wretched girl from this fear.
§233Cérto vox múliebris aúris tetigít meas.
Surely a woman's voice has touched my ears.
§234Múlier est, múliebris vóx mi ad aurís venit.
It is a woman, a woman's voice comes to my ears.
§235num Ámpelisca óbsecro est?
Can it be Ampelisca, I pray?
§235bTén, Palaestra, aúdio?
Do I hear you, Palaestra?
§236Quín voco, ut me aúdiat, nómine illám suo?
Why do I not call her by her own name, so that she may hear me?
§237Ámpelisca.
Ampelisca!
§237bHém quis est?
Ah, who is it?
§237cEgo, Palaestra
It is I, Palaestra.
§238Díc ubi es?
Tell me, where are you?
§238bPól ego nunc ín malis plúrimis.
By Pollux, I am now in the greatest troubles.
§239Sócia sum, néc minor párs meast quam tua.
I am your companion, and my share of misery is no less than yours.
§240séd videre éxpeto té.
But I long to see you.
§240bMihi es aémula.
You have the same desire as I.
§241Cónsequamúr gradu vócem.
Let us follow the voice with our steps.
ubi es?
Where are you?
§241bÉcce me.
Here I am.
§242áccede ad me átque adi cóntra.
Come toward me and go to meet me.
§242bFit sédulo.
I am doing so diligently.
§243Cédo manum.
Give me your hand.
§243bÁccipe.
Take it.
§243cDíc, vivisne? óbsecro.
Tell me, are you alive? I pray.
You indeed make me wish to live now, since I am permitted to touch you.
ut víx mihi §246crédo ego hoc, té tenere.
How I can scarcely believe this, that I hold you!
óbsecro, ampléctere, §247spés mea.
I pray, embrace me, my hope.
ut me ómnium iám laborúm levas.
How you relieve me now of all my labors!
§248Óccupas praéloqui quaé mea orátiost.
You anticipate and speak first what was my own speech.
§249núnc abire hínc decet nós.
Now we ought to depart from here.
§249bQuo, amabo, íbimus?
Where, please, shall we go?
§250Lítus hoc pérsequamúr.
Let us follow this shore.
§250bSequor quó lubet.
I follow wherever you please.
§251sícine hic cum úvida véste grassábimur?
Shall we wander about here like this with wet clothes?
§252Hóc quod est, íd necessárium est pérpeti.
What is present, that must be endured out of necessity.
§253séd quid hoc, óbsecro, est?
But what, I pray, is this?
§253bQuid?
What?
§254bVbi est?
Where is it?
§254cAd déxteram.
To the right.
§255Videó decorum dís locum vidérier.
I see that a place fitting for the gods appears.
§256Haud lónge abesse opórtet homines hínc, ita hic lepidúst locus.
People must not be far from here, so charming is this place.
§257quísquis est deus, véneror ut nos éx hac aerumna éximat, §258míseras inopis aérumnosas út aliquo auxilio ádiuvet.
Whoever the god is, I pray that he may free us from this distress, and that he may help us, wretched, helpless, and sorrowful, with some aid.
§259Qui súnt qui a patróna precés mea expetéssunt?
Who are those who entreat prayers from my patroness?
§260nam vóx me precántum huc forás excitávit.
For the voice of those praying has summoned me out here.
They are seeking a good and compliant goddess, and a patroness who is not reluctant and is very kind.
§263Iubémus te sálvere, máter.
We bid you greeting, mother.
sed únde §265vos íre dicam, óbsecro, tam maéstiter vestítas?
But from where shall I say you come, I pray, dressed so mournfully?
We come from right here, not very far from this place; but far from here is the place from where we were carried here.
§268Némpe equo lígneo pér vias caérulas
Indeed, were you carried by a wooden horse through the blue paths?
Therefore, it would have been more fitting for you to come dressed in white and with sacrificial victims.
ad hoc §271fánum ad istúnc modum nón venirí solet.
To this temple, it is not customary to come in such a manner.
For us, who both have been cast out of the sea, I pray, from where did you wish us to drive sacrificial victims here?
§274núnc tibi ampléctimur génua egentés opum, §275quae ín locis nésciis néscia spé sumus, §276út tuo récipias técto servésque nos §277míseriarúmque te ambárum uti mísereat, §278quibús nec locúst ullus néc spes parata, §279neque hóc ampliús, quod vidés, nobis quícquamst.
Now we embrace your knees, lacking resources, we who are in unknown places with unknown hope, that you may receive us under your roof and preserve us, and that you may pity both of us in our miseries, for whom there is neither any place nor prepared hope, nor do we have anything more than this which you see.
§280Manús mihi date, éxurgite á genibus ámbae.
Give me your hands, rise both from your knees.
§281miséricordiór nulla me ést feminárum.
No woman is more merciful than I.
§282sed haéc pauperés res sunt inopesque, puellae: §283egomét meam vix vitám colo; Venerí cibo meo sérvio.
But these resources are poor and needy, girls: I myself scarcely sustain my life; I serve Venus with my own food.
§284Venerís fanum, obsecro, hóc est?
Is this, I pray, the temple of Venus?
§285Fateór.
I admit it.
ego huius fáni sacérdos clueo.
I am called the priestess of this temple.
But, whatever it is, it will be done kindly by me, as far as my resources will now allow.
§288ite hác mecum.
Come this way with me.
§288bAmíce benígneque honórem, §289matér, nostrum habés. — §289bOportet. — §290Omníbus modis qui paúperes sunt hómines miseri vívont, §291praesertim quibus nec quaestus est, nec didicere artem ullam: §292necessitate quidquid est domi id sat est habendum.
Friendly and kindly, mother, you show regard for us.— It is only proper.— In every way, poor men live wretchedly, especially those who have no trade, nor have learned any art: out of necessity, whatever is at home must be held sufficient.