ing saved the man that my older master put in my
care. Really now, do you think this was a wrong act?

_Hegio_

Pessume.

Atrocious!

_Tynd._

At ego aio recte. qui abs te sorsum sentio. 710
nam cogitato, si quis hoc gnato tuo
tuos servos faxit, qualem haberes gratiam?
emitteresne necne eum servom manu?
essetne apud te is servos aceeptissimus?
responde.

Well, sir, I differ with you--I say it was right. Why, just
think! if a slave of yours did the same thing for your own
son, what would be your feeling toward him? Would you set
this slave free, or not? Wouldn't this slave be your
favourite? Answer me that.

_Hegio_

Opinor.

(_reluctantly_) I suppose so.

_Tynd._

Cur ergo iratus mihi es?

Why are you angry at me, then?

_Hegio_

Quia illi fuisti quam mihi fidelior.

Because you have been more faithful to him than to me.

_Tynd._

Quid? tu una nocte postulavisti et die
recens captum hominem, nuperum novicium,
te perdocere ut melius consulerem tibi,
quam illi, quicum una a puero aetatem exegeram? 720

What? Did you expect in a single night and day to teach a
man just recently captured, a slave you had hardly bought,
to consult your interests more than those of the master I
grew up from boyhood with?

_Hegio_

Ergo ab eo petito gratiam istam. ducite,
ubi ponderosas crassas capiat compedes.
inde ibis porro in latomias lapidarias.
ibi quom alii octonos lapides effodiunt, nisi
cotidiano sesquiopus confeceris,
Sescentoplago nomen indetur tibi.

Well then, look to him for your thanks for it. (_to
overseers_) Off with him and have him shackled--heavy ones,
solid ones! (_to Tyndarus_) After that you shall go straight
to the stone quarries. There, while the rest of them are
digging out their eight blocks a day, you're to do half as
much again, or you'll be dubbed The Cracks-collector.

_Arist._

Per deos atque homines ego te obtestor, Hegio,
ne tu istunc hominem perduis.

Hegio! for God's sake don't let the man be utterly lost!

_Hegio_

Curabitur;
nam noctu nervo vinctus custodibitur,
interdius sub terra lapides eximet: 730
diu ego hunc cruciabo, non uno absolvam die.

Lost? We'll see to that! Why, at night he'll be chained up
in