Oh, damnation! not to have a stone to knock out the brains
      of this blackguard that’s driving me mad with his talk!

Tynd.

  Audin lapidem quaeritare?

      Hear that—­looking for a stone!

Arist.

  Solus te solum volo,
  Hegio.

      (struggling to contain himself) Hegio, I want a word with
      you all alone.

Hegio

  Instinc loquere, si quid vis, procul tamen audiam.

      (timorously) Say it from there, if there’s anything you
      want—­from away off there.  I shall hear it all the same.

Tynd.

  Namque edepol si adbites propius, os denasabit tibi
  mordicus.

      That’s right, by Jove! for if you go any nearer, he’ll bite
      your nose off.

Arist.

Neque pol me insanum, Hegio, esse creduis neque fuisse umquam, neque esse morbum quem istic autumat. verum si quid metuis a me, iube me vinciri:  volo, dum istic itidem vinciatur.

Heavens and earth, Hegio! don’t believe I’m insane, or that I have, or ever had, the disease he’s talking about.  However, if you’re at all afraid of me, have me tied up.  I am willing, provided that fellow is tied up too.

Tynd.

  Immo enim vero, Hegio,
  istic, qui volt, vinciatur.

      No indeed, Hegio, certainly not, tie up the fellow that
      wants it.

Arist.

  Tace modo. ego te, Philocrates
  false, faciam ut verus hodie reperiare Tyndarus. 610
  quid mi abnutas?

You keep still, now!  I’ll soon show you up, you false Philocrates, for the real Tyndarus. (Tyndarus makes signs to him behind Hegio’s back) What, are you shaking your head at me for?

Tynd.

  Tibi ego abnuto?

      I shaking my head at you?

Arist.

  Quid agat, si absis longius?

      (to Hegio) What would he do, if you were farther off?

Hegio

  Quid ais? quid si adeam hunc insanum?

      See here, what if I should step up to this lunatic?

Tynd.

  Nugas. ludificabitur,
  garriet quoi neque pes umquam neque caput compareat.
  ornamenta absunt:  Aiacem, hunc cum vides, ipsum vides.

      Ridiculous!  He’ll make a fool of you, jabbering something
      without head or tail to it.  Look at this fellow, and you’re
      looking at a regular Ajax[F]—­all but the make-up.

        [Footnote F:  Another madman of Greek mythology.]

Hegio

  Nihili facio. tamen adibo.

      I don’t care.  I’m going to step up to him just the same.
      (approaches Aristophontes hesitantly)

Tynd.