When he had repeated these words, Trimalchio began to weep copiously, Fortunata was crying already, and so was Habinnas, and at last, the whole household filled the dining-room with their lamentations, just as if they were taking part in a funeral.

Even I was beginning to sniffle, when Trimalchio said, "Let's live while we can, since we know we've all got to die.

I'd rather see you all happy, anyhow, so let's take a plunge in the bath.

You'll never regret it.

I'll bet my life on that, it's as hot as a furnace!" "Fine business," seconded Habinnas, "there's nothing suits me better than making two days out of one," and he got up in his bare feet to follow Trimalchio, who was clapping his hands.