pater.

No sir, he was not, and I never heard that name before
to-day. The father of Philocrates was Theodoromedes.

_Tynd._

Pereo probe
quin quiescis? idie rectum cor meum, ac suspende te.
tu sussultas, ego miser vix asto prae formidine.

(_aside, dryly_) I'm jolly well done for. Stop your noise,
will you, heart? Go to the deuce, and be hanged to you!
Jumping up and down, while I, poor devil, can hardly stand
for fear!

_Hegio_

Satin istuc mihi exquisitum est, fuisse hunc servom in Alide
neque esse hunc Philocratem?

Am I to take it as absolutely clear that this fellow was a
slave in Elis, that he is not Philocrates?

_Arist_

Tam satis quam numquam hoc invenies secus.
sed ubi is nunc est?

So absolutely that you'll never find it to be anything
different. But where is Philocrates at present?

_Hegio_

Ubi ego mimime atque ipsus se volt maxume 640
sed vide sis.

(_savagely_) Where I least want him, and he most wants to
be. Do, do, see if there's not some mistake, though.

_Arist._

Quin exploratum dico et provisum hoc tibi.

No, I'm sure of my ground and fully informed in what I tell
you.

_Hegio_

Certon?

You're certain?

_Arist._

Quin nihil, inquam, invenies magis hoc certo certus.
Philocrates iam inde usque amicus fuit mihi a puero puer.

You'll never find a deader certainty than this, I assure
you. Philocrates has been a friend of mine ever since he was
a boy.

_Hegio_

Tum igitur ego deruncinatus, deartuatus sum miser
huius scelesti techinis, qui me ut lubitum est ductavit dolis
sed qua faciest tuos sodalis Philocrates?

So then, I've been trimmed, torn limb from limb, poor fool,
by the arts of this rogue, who's taken me in with his tricks
to suit his taste! But what does your friend Philocrates
look like?

_Arist._

Dicam tibi
macilento ore, naso acuto, corpore albo, oculis nigris,
subrufus aliquantum, crispus, cincinnatus.

I'll tell you--thin face, sharp nose, complexion fair, black
eyes, hair a little reddish, waving, and curled.

_Hegio_

Convenit.

That agrees!

_Tynd._

Ut quidem hercle in medium ego hodie pessume processerim.
vae illis virgis miseris, quae hodie in tergo morientur meo. 650

(_aside ruefully_) Gad! Indeed it d