The Comedies of Plautus, Vol. II

Py. How great is that sum of men? Ar. Seven thousand.
Py. That ought to be the amount. You hold the count correctly.
Ar. But I have none written down: yet I remember it that way.
Py. By Pollux, you have a best memory. Ar. My morsels referring to food remind me.
50 Py. While you continue to do as you have done, you shall eat constantly,
I shall always share my table with you.
Ar. What about in Cappadocia, where you, all at once,
if your sword had not been dull, would have killed five hundred with one blow?
Py. But because they were mere infantrymen, I let them live.
55 Ar. Why should I tell you what all mortals know,
that you, Pyrgopolynices, are the only one on earth who lives
with virtue and beauty and most unconquered deeds?
All women love you, and not without reason,
since you are so handsome; even those who yesterday, by my cloak,
60 took hold of me. Py. What did they say to you?
Ar. They were asking: "Is this Achilles?" one said to me.
"No, he is his brother," I said. Then another of them
"By Castor, he is handsome," she said to me,
"and noble. See how the hair suits him.
65 Are they not fortunate who sleep with that man!"
Py. Was that really what they were saying? Ar. Why, both of them begged me
that I should lead you past them today as if you were a procession.
Py. It is a great misery to be a man too handsome. Ar.
Indeed, it is.