§258quid tibi ad hasce accessio aedis est prope aut pultatio?
Why are you approaching near this house or knocking on the door?
§259Salve.
Greetings.
§259bSat mihi est tuae salutis.
I have enough of your greetings.
nil moror.
I care nothing for them.
non salveo?
Am I not well?
§260aegrotare malim quam esse tua salute sanior.
I would rather be sick than be healthier through your greeting.
§261sed volo scíre, quid debetur hic tibi nostrae domi?
But I want to know, what is owed to you here at our house?
§262Comprime sis eiram.
Control your anger (eiram), please.
§262bEam quidem hercle tu, quae solita es, comprime, §263impudens, quae per ridiculum rustico suades stuprum.
By Hercules, you control yours (comprime), as you are wont to do, you shameless woman, who mockingly tempts a rustic to disgrace.
§264Eiram dixi: ut decepisti! dempsisti unam litteram.
I said anger (eiram): how you misunderstood! You have taken away one letter.
§265nimis quidem hic truculentust.
This man is indeed too fierce (truculentus).
§265bPergin male loqui, mulier, mihi?
Do you continue to speak ill of me, woman?
§266Quid tibi ego male dicó?
What ill am I speaking of you?
§266bQuia enim me truncum lentum nominas.
Because indeed you call me a slow stump (truncum lentum).
§267nunc adeo, nisi abis actutum aut dicis quid quaeras cito, §268iam hercle ego hic te, mulier, quasi sus catulos pedibus proteram.
Now indeed, unless you go away immediately or quickly say what you seek, by Hercules, I will tread you down here, woman, as a sow does her piglets with her feet.
§269Rus merum hoc quidemst.
This is indeed pure countryside.
§269bPudendumst vero clurinum pecus.
It is truly a shameful ape-like beast.
§270advenisti huc te ostentatum, cum exornatis ossibus, §271quia tibi suaso infecisti propudiosa pallulam?
Have you come here to show yourself off, with your bones decorated, because you, shameful woman, have dyed your little cloak with mulberry juice?
§273Nunc places, cum mi inclementer dicis.
Now you please me, when you speak harshly to me.
§273bQuid hoc quod te rogo?
What about this that I ask you?
§274mancupion qui accipias, gestas tecum ahenos anulos?
Do you carry bronze rings with you, so that you may receive property by formal transfer?
§275pignus da ni ligneae haec sunt quas habes Victorias.
Give a pledge unless those Victories you have are wooden (fake).
§276Ne attigas me.
Do not touch me.
§276bEgon te tangam? íta me amabit sarculum,
Should I touch you?
§277ut ego me ruri amplexari mavelim patulam bovem §278cumque ea noctem in stramentis pernoctare perpetem, §279quam tuas centum cenatas noctes mihi dono dari.
So may my hoe love me, as I would rather embrace a broad-horned cow in the country and spend the entire night with her on the straw, than that a hundred of your well-dined nights be given to me as a gift.
§280rus tu mi opprobras? ut nancta es hominem quem pudeat probri!
Do you reproach me with the countryside? How well you found a man who would be ashamed of reproach!
§281sed quid ápud nostras negoti, mulier, est aedis tibi?
But what business, woman, do you have near our house?
§282quid tu huc occursas, in urbem quotienscumque advenimus?
Why do you run here whenever we come to the city?
§283Mulieres volo convenire vostras.
I want to meet your women.
What women are you telling me about, when there is not even a female fly in the house?
§285Nullan istic mulier habitat?
Does no woman live there?
§285bRus, inquam, abierunt.
They have gone to the country, I say.
abi.
Go away.
§286Quid clamas, insane?
Why are you shouting, madman?
§286bAbire hinc ni properas grandi gradu, §287iam hercle ego istós fictos compositos crispos cincinnos tuos §288unguentatos usque ex cerebro exvellam.
Unless you hurry away from here with long strides, by Hercules, I will tear out those fake, arranged, curled and perfumed locks of yours, right from your skull.
§288bQuanam gratia?
For what reason?
§289Quia ad foris nostras unguentis uncta es ausa accedere §290quiaque istas buccas tam belle purpurissatas habes.
Because you dared to approach our door anointed with perfumes, and because you have those cheeks so beautifully painted with red dye.
§291Erubui mecastor misera propter clamorem tuom.
By Castor, poor me, I have blushed because of your shouting.
Really? You blushed? As if indeed you have left to your body any power of taking any color, you wicked woman.
§294buccas rubrica, créta omne corpus intinxti tibi.
You have dyed your cheeks with red ochre, and your whole body with chalk.
§295pessumae estis.
You women are the worst.
§295bQuíd est quod vobis pessumae haec male fecerint?
What is it that these worst women have done badly to you?
§296Scio ego plus quam tu arbitrare scire me.
I know more than you think I know.
§297bErilis noster filius apud vos Strabax §298ut pereat, ut eum inliciatis in malam fraudem et probrum.
That our master's son Strabax is being ruined at your place, and that you are enticing him into evil fraud and disgrace.
§299Sanus si videare, dicam: dicis contumeliam.
If you seemed sane, I would speak: you are speaking an insult.
§300nemo homo hic solet perire apud nos: res perdunt suas; §301ubi res perdidere, abire hinc, si volunt, salvis licet.
No man here is wont to be ruined (die) at our house; they only lose their property; when they have lost their property, they are free to go away from here safe, if they wish.
§302ego istunc non novi adulescentem vostrum.
I do not know that young man of yours.
§302bVeron serio?
Really, in earnest?
§303quid maceria illa ait, in horto quae est, quae in noctes singulas §304latere fit minor, qua ístoc ad vos damni permensust viam?
Then what does that wall say, which is in the garden, which every single night becomes smaller by a brick, by which he measured out his way of loss to your place?
§305Nil mirum (vetus est maceria) lateres si veteres ruont.
It is no wonder (the wall is old) if old bricks collapse.
§306Ain tu vero veteres lateres ruere? numquam edepol mihi
Do you really say that old bricks collapse?
§307quisquam homo mortalis posthac duarum rerum creduit, §308ní ego vostra ero maiori facta denarravero.
By Pollux, never shall any mortal believe me in two things hereafter, unless I tell all your deeds to our older master.
§309Estne item violentus ut tu?
Is he as violent as you are?
§309bNon enim ille meretriculis §310munerandis rem coegit, verum parsimonia §311duritiaque: quae nunc ad vos clam exportantur, pessumae; §312ea vos estis exunguimini ebibitis.
For he did not amass his property by rewarding courtesans but by thrift and hardship: which things are now secretly carried out to your place, worst of women; you rub them on yourselves as perfume and drink them down.
egone haec mussitem?
Should I keep quiet about these things?
§313iam quidem hercle ibo ad forum atque haec facta narrabo seni, §314neque istuc insegesti tergo coget examen mali.
By Hercules, I will go to the forum right now and tell these deeds to the old master, nor will this pack of evil press upon his uncultivated back.
— §315Si ecastor hic homo sinapi victitet, non censeam
By Castor, even if this man lived on mustard, I would not think he is so sharp.