§631Peiorem partem.
to the worse side.
Quid opus est verbis? dum haec puto §632Praeterii imprudens villam: longe iam abieram
What need of words? while I am thinking of these things, I passed the villa without realizing it: I had already gone far when I noticed it.
§633Cum sensi: redeo rursum, male vero me habens.
I turn back again, feeling really wretched.
§634Ubi ad ipsum veni diverticulum, constiti.
When I came to the very crossroad, I stopped.
I began to think to myself: "Well! must I stay here for two days, alone without her? what then after that?
§637Nihil est: quid? nihil? si non tangendi copia est, §638Eho, ne videndi quidem erit? si illud non licet,
It is nothing. What? Nothing? If there is no opportunity of touching her, well, will there not even be one of seeing her?
§639Saltem hoc licebit.
If that is not allowed, at least this will be.
Certe extrema linea §640Amare haud nihil est. "Villam praetereo sciens.
Certainly to love even at the furthest limit is not nothing." I pass the villa knowingly.
§641Sed quid hoc quod timida subito egreditur Pythias?
But what is this, that Pythias is suddenly coming out in terror?
§642Ubi ego illum scelerosum misera atque impium inveniam? aut ubi quaeram?
Where shall I, miserable woman, find that wicked and impious scoundrel? Or where shall I look for him?
§643Hocine tam audax facinus facere esse ausum?
That he should have dared to commit so bold a crime!
§643bPerii! hoc quid sit vereor.
I am ruined! I fear what this may be.
§644Quin etiam insuper scelus, postquam ludificatus est virginem, §645Vestem omnem miserae discidit; tum ipsam capillo conscidit.
Nay, what is more, as a crowning wickedness, after he defiled the girl, he tore all the clothes of the poor thing; then he dragged her by the hair.
§646Hem.
Ah!
If only he were given to me now, how gladly I would fly at that scoundrel's eyes with my nails!
§648Nescio, quid profecto absente nobis turbatum est domi.
I know not what trouble has surely been stirred up at home in our absence.
§649Adibo.
I will go up to her.
Quid istuc? quid festinas? aut quem quaeris, Pythias?
What is the matter? Why are you in such a hurry? Or whom are you looking for, Pythias?
Oh, Phaedria! Whom am I looking for? Go away from here to where you deserve, with your so very charming gifts! So charming, indeed?
§651bQuid istuc est rei?
What is the matter?
§652Rogas me? Eunuchum quem dedisti nobis quas turbas dedit!
Do you ask me? What a turmoil that eunuch you gave us has caused!
§653Virginem, herae quam dono dederat miles, vitiavit.
He has defiled the girl whom the soldier had given as a gift to my mistress.
§653bQuid ais?
What do you say?
§654Perii.
I am ruined.
§654bTemulenta es.
You are drunk.
§654cUtinam sic sient qui mihi male volunt.
I wish those who wish me ill were in such a state.
§655Au, obsecro, mea Pythias, quid istuc nam monstri fuit?
Oh, I beseech you, my Pythias, what on earth was this monstrous thing?
§656Insanis: qui istuc facere eunuchus potuit?
You are mad; how could a eunuch do such a thing?
I do not know who he was; what he did, the fact itself shows.
§658Virgo ipsa lacrimat, neque cum rogites quid sit, audet dicere.
The girl herself is weeping, and when you ask what is the matter, she does not dare to speak.
§659Ille autem bonus vir nusquam apparet.
And that "good man" is nowhere to be seen.
Etiam hoc misera suspicor, §660Aliquid domo abeuntem abstulisse.
I, miserable as I am, even suspect this, that he stole something when he left the house.
§660bNequeo mirari satis §661Quo ille abire ignavus possit longius; nisi si domum §662Forte ad nos rediit.
I cannot wonder enough where that cowardly fellow could have gone any further, unless perhaps he has returned home to us.
§662bVise amabo num sit.
Go and see, please, if he is there.
§662cIam faxo scies.
I will make you know shortly.
§663Perii! obsecro tam infandum facinus, mea tu, ne audivi quidem.
I am ruined! I beseech you, my dear, I never even heard of such an unspeakable crime.
§664At pol ego amatores mulierum esse audieram eos maximos, §665Sed nihil potesse; verum miserae non in mentem venerat; §666Nam illum aliquo conclusissem, neque illi commisissem virginem.
But by Pollux, I had heard that they are the greatest lovers of women, but can do nothing; but it had not occurred to my wretched mind; for otherwise I would have shut him up somewhere, and would not have entrusted the girl to him.
Come out, scoundrel! Do you still resist, you runaway? Come forward, you bad bargain!
§668bObsecro.
I beseech you.
Oh, look at that, how the executioner's meat distorts his face!
§670Quid huc tibi reditio est? vestis quid mutatio?
Why have you returned here? Why this change of clothes?
What are you saying? Pythias, if I had delayed but a little, I would not have found him at home; he had already so prepared his flight.
§673Habesne hominem amabo?
Do you have the man, pray?
§673bQuidni habeam?
Why shouldn't I have him?
§673cFactum bene!
Well done!
§674Istuc pol vero bene.
Indeed, by Pollux, that is well.
§674bUbi est?
Where is he?
§674cRogitas? non vides?
Do you ask? Don't you see him?
§675Videam? obsecro quem?
I see him? I beseech you, whom?
§675bHunc scilicet.
This man, of course.
§675cQuis hic est homo?
Who is this man?
§676Qui ad vos deductus hodie est.
The one who was brought to you today.
This man, none of our women has ever seen with her eyes, Phaedria.
§678Non vidit?
Not seen him?
Did you believe, I pray, that this was the one brought to us?
§679bNamque alium habui neminem.
Why, I had no other.
§679cAu!
Oh!
This one is not even to be compared to that one: he was of a handsome and noble appearance.
§681bIta visus est §682Dudum, quia varia veste exornatus fuit: §683Nunc eo tibi videtur foedus, quia illam non habet.
So he seemed just now, because he was adorned with a variegated garment: now he seems ugly to you for this reason, because he does not have it.
§684Tace, obsecro; quasi vero paulum intersiet.
Be quiet, please; as if indeed there were only a little difference.
The one brought to us today was a youth, Phaedria, whom you indeed would have liked to see.
This is an old, worn-out, lethargic old man, of a weasel color.
§688bHem, quae haec est fabula?
Ah, what story is this?
§689Eo redigis me ut quid egerim egomet nesciam.
You reduce me to a point where I don't know what I myself have done.
§690Eho tu! emine ego te?
Hey you! Did I buy you?
§690bEmisti.
You bought me.
§691bRoga.
Ask him.
§691cVenistine hodie ad nos? negat.
Did you go to them today? He says no.