Really I am treated by you quite with contempt.SIMOAnd why shouldn’t I treat you with contempt, I who have the repute of being a military gentleman?PSEUDOLUSI want this then, which has been commenced, to be completed.SIMODo you see me a-doing anything else?PSEUDOLUSTherefore walk on briskly.SIMONo, I choose to go slowly.PSEUDOLUSThis is the opportunity; while this Harpax is asleep, I want you to be the first to accost him.SIMOWhy are you hurrying? Softly; don’t you fear. I wish Jupiter would so make it, that he were openly in the same place with me, whoever he is, that has arrived from the Captain.Never a jot, by my troth, should he be a bit the better Harpax than I. Have good courage, I’ll have this business nicely accounted for to you. So by my tricks and lies would I put this military stranger in a fright that he himself would deny that he is the person that he is, and would believe me to be the person that he himself is.PSEUDOLUSHow can that be?SIMOYou are murdering me when you ask me that.PSEUDOLUSA clever fellow.SIMOAnd so are you too, who are quite my equal with your mischievous tricks and lies PSEUDOLUSMay Jupiter preserve you for me.SIMOAye, and for myself. But look, does this dress become me quite well?PSEUDOLUSIt suits very well.SIMOBe it so.PSEUDOLUSMay the Deities grant you as many blessings as you may wish for yourself. For if I were to wish for as many as you are deserving of, they would be less than nothing; (aside) nor have I ever seen any one more of a rogue than this fellow.SIMO(overhearing him.)Do you say that to me?PSEUDOLUSThis man’s an honest fellow.SIMOIt is neither this person, then (pointing to PSEUDOLUS), nor myself.PSEUDOLUSBut take care that you don’t be tripping.SIMOCan’t you hold your tongue? He that puts a man in mind of that which, remembering it, he does keep in mind, causes him to forget it. I recollect everything; they are stored up in my breast; my plans are cleverly laid.PSEUDOLUSI’m silent. But what good turn shall I do you if you carry through this matter with management?So may the Gods love me—SIMOThey won’t do so; you’ll be uttering sheer falsehoods then.PSEUDOLUSHow I do love you, Simmia, for your roguery, and both fear and laud you.SIMOThat I have learned to make a present of to others; you can’t put your flatteries on me.