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 a cell and guarded, and in the daytime he’ll be under ground hewing out stone.  It’s agony long drawn out he’ll get from me; I won’t end it for him all in one day.

Arist.

  Certumne est tibi istuc?

      (distressed) Is this your fixed intention, sir?

Hegio