(_cheerfully_) The suggestion is superfluous. [EXIT. _Hegio_ Ibo intro atque intus subducam ratiunculam, quantillum argenti mi apud trapezitam siet. ad fratrem, quo ire dixeram, mox ivero. (_sighing as he looks at the back of his prospective guest_) I must go in and reckon up my bit of a bank balance, and see how low it is. Then to my brother’s, where I spoke of going before. [EXIT INTO HOUSE. ACTVS II ACT II ENTER FROM _Hegio’s_ HOUSE _Overseers_ AND _Slaves_ WITH _Philocrates_ AND _Tyndarus_ IN FETTERS: THE TWO HAVE EXCHANGED CLOTHES _Lor._ _Over._ Si di immortales id voluerunt, vos hanc aerumnam exsequi, decet id pati animo aequo: si id facietis, levior labos erit. domi fuistis, credo, liberi: nunc servitus si evenit, ei vos morigerari mos bonust et erili imperio eamque ingeniis vostris lenem reddere. indigna digna habenda sunt, erus quae facit. (_to captives, patronizingly_) Seeing it’s the will of Heaven you’re in this box, the thing for you to do is to take it calmly: do that, and you won’t have such a hard time of it. At home you were free men, I suppose: since you happen to be slaves at present, it’s a good idea to accept the situation and a master’s orders gracefully, and make things easy to bear by taking ’em the proper way. Anything a master does is right, no matter how wrong it is. _Captivi_ Oh oh oh. 200 (_protestingly_) Oh-h-h-h! _Lor._ _Over._ Eiulatione haud opus est, oculis haud[5] lacrimantibus: in re mala animo si bono utare, adiuvat. There’s no need of howling or crying. It helps to take bad things well. _Tynd._ At nos pudet, quia cum catenis sumus. But to be in chains--we feel disgraced! _Lor._ _Over._ At pigeat postea nostrum erum, si vos eximat vinculis, aut solutos sinat, quos argento emerit. But it’s disgusted our master would feel later on, if he took the chains off, or let you loose, when he’s paid money for you. _Tynd._ Quid a nobis metuit? scimus nos nostrum officium quod est, si solutos sinat. What has he to fear from us? We realise what our duty is, if he should let us loose. _Lor._ _Over._ At fugam fingitis: sentio quam rem agitis. Ah yes, you’re planning to run for it! I see what’s afoot. _Philocr._ Nos fugiamus? quo fugiamus? Run--we? Where should we run to? _Lor._ _Over._ In patriam. Home. _Philocr._ Apage, haud nos id deceat. fugitivos imitari. Get out! The idea of our acting like runaway slaves! _Lor._ _Over._ Immo edepol, si erit occasio, haud dehortor. 210 Lord! why not? I’m not saying you shouldn’t, if you get the chance. _Tynd._ Unum exorare vos sinite nos.