Chapter 169 of 189 · 106 words · ~1 min read

CIII.

TO SILO.

Or, d'ye hear, refund those ten sestertia (Silo!) Then be thou e'en at thy will surly and savage o' mood: Or, an thou love o'er-well those moneys, prithee no longer Prove thee a pimp and withal surly and savage o' mood.

Prithee, either return me my ten thousand sesterces, Silo; then be to thy content surly and boorish: or, if the money allure thee, desist I pray thee from being a pander and likewise surly and boorish.

Credis me potuisse meae maledicere vitae, Ambobus mihi quae carior est oculis? Non potui, nec si possem tam perdite amarem: Sed tu cum Tappone omnia monstra facis.