Chapter 92

_Erg._

Bene ambula et redambula. 900 illic hinc abiit, mihi rem summam credidit cibariam. di immortales, iam ut ego collos praetruncabo tegoribus, quanta pernis pestis veniet, quanta labes larido, quanta sumini absumedo, quanta callo calamitas, quanta laniis lassitudo, quanta porcinariis.

A pleasant walk and--backwalk--to you. [EXIT _Hegio_] He’s gone! And the whole blessed commissariat left to me! Ye immortal gods! how I’ll knock necks off backs now! Ah, ham’s case is hopeless, and bacon’s in a bad, bad way! And sow’s udder--done for utterly! Oh, how pork rind will go to pot! Butchers and pig-dealers--won’t I bustle ’em!

nam si alia memorem, quae ad ventris victum conducunt, morast. nunc ibo, ut pro praefectura mea ius dicam larido, et quae pendent indemnatae pernae, eis auxilium ut feram.

Why, if I should mention all the other things that go to bolster up a belly, it would be a waste of time. I must off this minute to perform my official duties and pass judgment on bacon and help out hams that are still untried and in suspense. [EXIT INTO HOUSE, HURRIEDLY: UPROAR WITHIN.

IV. 4.