When Trimalchio said these things, he started crying abundantly. Fortunata cried, Habinnas cried, and at last all the slaves, as if they were all invited to his funeral, filled the dining room with lamentation.
Moreover, even I began to cry, when Trimalchio said: "Then, though we know we are going to die, why don't we live (=enjoy life)? So I'd like to see you happy; Let's go to the bath together. I'll be responsible; It won't make (you) regret. It is as hot as an oven."
"Well, well," said Habinnas. "I prefer nothing to making two days out of one." He stood up on bare foot and started following Trimalchio, who was clapping his hands.