Ita ut dicis: nam si faxis, te in caveam dabo. sed satis verborumst. cura quae iussi atque abi. ego ibo ad fratrem ad alios captives meos, visam ne nocte hac quippiam turbaverint. inde me continuo recipiam rursum domum. Exactly--for then I’ll cage you. But enough of this. Mind my orders and be off with you. I’ll drop in at my brother’s for a look at my other prisoners, and see if they made any disturbance last night. Then I’ll return home again at once. [EXIT _Overseer_ INTO HOUSE. _Erg._ Aegre est mi, hunc facere quaestum carcerarium propter sui gnati miseriam miserum senem. 130 sed si ullo pacto ille huc conciliari potest, vel carnificinam hunc facere possum perpeti. (_with a loud sigh_) It does grieve me to see the poor old gentleman at this gaoler’s job for his poor son’s sake. (_in lower tone_) However, if he only manages to get the lad back here somehow, let him turn hangman, too,--I can stand it. _Hegio_ Quis hic loquitur? (_looking round_) Who is that speaking here? _Erg._ Ego, qui tuo maerore maceror, macesco, consenesco et tabesco miser; ossa atque pellis sum miser a macritudine; neque umquam quicquam me iuvat quod edo domi: foris aliquantillum etiam quod gusto, id beat. (_stepping forward_) I--a man that am all worn out by your woe, that am getting thin, growing old, pining away in sorrow; I’m nothing but skin and bones, I feel for you so. Nothing I eat--at home--ever does me any good, (_aside_) But how I do relish the merest morsel when I’m dining out! _Hegio_ Ergasile, salve. Ah, good day, Ergasilus. _Erg._ Di te bene ament, Hegio. God bless you, Hegio, bless you bounteously! (_grasps Hegio’s hand fervently and bursts into tears_) _Hegio_ Ne fle. Don’t cry. _Erg._ Egone illum non fleam? egon non defleam talem adulescentem? I not cry for him? I not cry my eyes out for such a youth? _Hegio_ Semper sensi, filio 140 meo te esse amicum, et illum intellexi tibi. (_somewhat moved_) I always did feel that you were a friend to my son, and I realized that he regarded you as one. _Erg._ Tum denique homines nostra intellegimus bona, quom quae in potestate habuimus, ea amisimus. ego, postquam gnatus tuos potitust hostium, expertus quanti fuerit nunc desidero. Ah, we mortals realize the value of our blessings only when we have lost them. Myself now--after your son fell in with the enemy, I have come to understand how much he meant to me, and now I long for him. _Hegio_ Alienus cum eius incommodum tam aegre feras, quid me patrem par facerest, cui ille est unicus? When an outsider like you takes his misfortune so bitterly, how must I feel, his father, and he my only son? _Erg._