What is it that you’re ashamed about? PHILOXENUS Still, as you are a person, a friend of mine, I’m determined to entrust you with what I could wish. (Whispers.) I’m good for nought. NICOBULUS I’ve known that this long time; but tell me why you’re good for nought? PHILOXENUS I’ve been terribly touched with birdlime: troth, my heart is pierced by the goad. NICOBULUS I’ faith, ’twere much better if your flanks were goaded, you worthless fellow. But what is it? Although I suspect that I myself pretty well know already what it is; still, I should even like to hear it from yourself. PHILOXENUS Do you see that woman? (Pointing to the SECOND BACCHIS.) NICOBULUS I see her. PHILOXENUS She’s not an uncomely person. NICOBULUS Troth, but she is decidedly uncomely; and you are a good-for-nothing fellow. PHILOXENUS Why more? I’m in love. NICOBULUS You, in love?