“Mil. Why is this girl angry with you? Why should I care about that? That is your look-out.
“Ag. By Hercules, you may drown yourself if you don’t make her as tranquil as the sea used to be when the halcyon led forth its young ones on it.
“Mil. What am I to do?
“Ag. Entreat her, butter her, stroke her.
“Mil. I will do it carefully. Only take you care that you don’t afterwards heckle with your fists the man here who now acts as your ambassador.
“Ag. I won’t.”
The girl here says, addressing Agorastocles:—
“Let us go now. Are you still hesitating? You make big promises; but nothing ever comes of them. You have sworn to free me, not once, but a hundred times: alas, I am still a slave.”
The bashful lover utters the sad ejaculation:—
“It’s all up with me—eho!”