Chrysnotaparoys! Whatever jargon is this?
Queer-looking fellows too to be prowling about my house,
And talking of me. Some maskers my neighbour Chremes hires
To honour the Feast of Bacchus. A stupid, vulgar fashion,
This orientalising, in great vogue too, and still
Gains ground, I fear; and this is one of the gaudy-days.
’Tis well I did not accept his invitation to dine.
Mummery and tomfoolery! Alas, I have been all day
More nervous and anxious than ever. I even thought this morning
I heard my poor son’s voice: so certain I was that I ran