Euclio (to himself). I had a presentiment that I was going out to no purpose when I left my house, and therefore I went unwillingly; for neither did any one of the wardsmen come, nor yet the master of the ward, who ought to have distributed the money. Now I’m making all haste to hasten home; for, though I myself am here, my mind’s at home.
Megadorus. May you be well, and ever fortunate, Euclio!
Euclio. May the gods bless you, Megadorus!
Megadorus. How are you? Are you quite well and contented?
Euclio (aside). It isn’t for nothing when a rich man accosts a poor man courteously. Now, this fellow knows that I’ve got some gold; for that reason he salutes me more courteously.
Megadorus. Do you say that you are well?
Euclio. Oh, I’m not very well in the money line.
Megadorus. But if you’ve a contented mind, you have enough for passing a happy life with.
Euclio (aside). By my faith, the old woman has made a discovery to him about the gold; it is clear she has told him. I’ll cut off her tongue, and tear out her eyes, when I get home.
Megadorus. Why are you talking to yourself?