Give him a goblet, then; put out the fire, if his heart’s in flames, that his head mayn’t be burnt.DORDALUSYou’re making sport of me, I find.TOXILUSWould you likeWould you like: This passage has been somewhat modified in the Translation. a new playfellow for you, Paegnium? (Pointing at DORDALUS.)But sport on as you are wont, as this is a place of freedom. (PAEGNIUM struts about round DORDALUS.) O rare! you do stalk in a princely style and right merrily.PAEGNIUMIt befits me to be merry, and I’ve a longing to play this Procurer some pranks, since he’s deserving of it.TOXILUSAs you commenced, proceed.PAEGNIUM(striking him.)Take that, Procurer!DORDALUSI’m undone! he has almost knocked me down!PAEGNIUMHey—be on your guardBe on your guard: In Weise’s Edition, servo, in this line, seems to be not so conformable to the sense of the passage as serva, which has been adopted. again. (Strikes at him.)DORDALUSSport on just as you please, while your master’s away from here.PAEGNIUM(skipping around him.)Don’t you see how obedient I am to your request? But why, on the other hand, are not you obedient to my request as well, and why don’t you do that which I advise you?DORDALUSWhat’s that?PAEGNIUMDo you take a stout rope for yourself, and go hang yourself.DORDALUS(shaking his stick.)Take you care, will you, that you don’t touch me, lest I give you a heavy return with this walking-stick.PAEGNIUMMake use of it; I give you leave.TOXILUSCome, come, Paegnium, put an end to it.DORDALUSBy my faith, I’ll utterly destroy you all.TOXILUSBut he, who dwells aboveWho dwells above: He alludes to Jupiter, the King of Heaven. us, wishes you all ill, and will do you all ill. It’s not they that tell you so, but I.TOXILUSCome (to the SLAVES.) carry round the honied wineThe honied wine: He probably mentions mulsum, because that was the draught with which soldiers were regaled after victory.; give us drink in goblets quite full: it’s a long time now since we last drank; we’ve been athirst too long.DORDALUSMay the Gods grant that you may drink that which may never pass through you.PAEGNIUMI cannot forbear, Procurer, from at least dancing a hornpipeA hornpipe: Staticulum. This was probably danced, the performer not moving from the spot; and perhaps was something similar to our hornpipe dances. Of Hegea and Diodorus, the dancing masters, no records are left. for you, which Hegea formerly composed. But just look if it quite pleases you.(He dances.)SAGARISTIO(rising.)I’d like also to repeat that one which Diodorus formerly composed in Ionia.(Goes close to DORDALUS.)DORDALUSI’ll be doing you a mischief, if you are not off!SAGARISTIOStill muttering, impudence? If you provoke me, I’ll just now be bringing you the Persian again.DORDALUSI’ faith, I’m silenced now. Why, you are the Persian that has been fleecing me to the quick!TOXILUSHold your tongue, simpleton; this is his twin-brother. DORDALUSIs it he?TOXILUSAye, and a very twin of twins.