Tranio,—'regia,' bearing my port,—'celsa senis,' that we
might beguile the old pantaloon.
[Hor.] Madam, my instrument's in tune.
[Bian.] Let's hear. O fie! the treble jars.
Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.
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Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it:
'Hic [ibat] Simois,' I know you not,—'hic est [Sigeia] [tellus,']
I trust you not;—'Hic [steterat] Priami,' take heed he hear
us not,—'regia,' presume not,—'celsa senis,' despair not.