“The Girl. Get away with you.
“Mil. I’ll go; but only on one condition: just let me entreat you, let me seize you by the ears, let me give you a kiss. By Hercules, I shall make him lament, if I don’t make you merciful. And I fear he will thrash me soundly, that will he, unless I win you to him. I know the bad habits of the cross-tempered fellow. Wherefore, my delight, I do beg you, be prevailed on.”
Agorastocles turns to Milphio in a rage:—
“I am not worth a farthing if I don’t kick that rascal’s eyes and teeth out. Hem! there is a pleasure for you [gives him a blow]! there’s honey! there’s a heart for you! there’s a little lip for you! there’s health for you! there is a kiss!
“Mil. Oh, master; you are committing sacrilege in beating your ambassador.
“Ag. There’s some more for you then [lays into him]. I’ll give you also your little eye, and your little lip, and your tongue to the bargain.
“Mil. What in the world are you going to do?
“Ag. Did I not order you to entreat her?
“Mil. How then should I do it?
“Ag. Why, you scoundrel, you should have said, ‘The delight of this man, I entreat you, his honey, his heart, his little lip, his tongue, his kiss, his sweet new milk, his pleasant health, his merriness, his sweet little cheese,’ you whip-dog; ‘his heart, his desire, his kiss,’ you whip-dog. All that you said were yours you should have called mine.”