Sequere me, viaticum ut dem a trapezita tibi, eadem opera a praetore sumam syngraphum. (_to Philocrates_) Follow me. I must go to the banker’s and give you some money for travelling expenses: I’ll get a passport from the praetor at the same time. _Tynd._ Quem syngraphum? 450 What passport? _Hegio_ Quem hic ferat secum ad legionem, hinc ire huic ut liceat domum. tu intro abi. One to take to the army with him so that he’ll he allowed to go off home. As for yourself, you go inside. _Tynd._ Ben ambulato. (_to Philocrates_) A good journey to you. _Philocr._ Bene vale. Good-bye, sir, good-bye! [EXIT _Tyndarus_ INTO _Hegio’s_ HOUSE. _Hegio_ Edepol rem meam constabilivi, quom illos emi de praeda a quaestoribus; expedivi ex servitute filium, si dis placet, at etiam dubitavi, hos homines emerem an non emerem, diu. (_aside, in high spirits_) Well, well, well, it was the making of me when I bought those two from the commissioners! I’ve set my son at Liberty, God willing! And to think I hesitated for a long time whether to buy them or not! servate istum sultis intus, servi, ne quoquam pedem ecferat sine custodela. iam ego apparebo domi; ad fratrem modo captivos alios inviso meos, eadem percontabor, ecquis hunc adulescentem noverit. sequere tu, te ut amittam; ei rei primum praevorti volo. 460 (_to overseers_) Please keep an eye on that prisoner inside there, my lads, and don’t let him set a foot out here anywhere without a guard. I shall soon be home myself. I’ll just step over to my brother’s for a look at my other captives: at the same time I’ll inquire if any one of them knows this young gentleman. (_to Philocrates_) Come, my man, so that I may send you off; I want to attend to that first. [EXEUNT _Hegio_ AND _Philocrates_. ACTVS III ACT III (_An hour has elapsed._) ENTER _Ergasilus_, MUCH DEPRESSED _Erg._ Miser homo est, qui ipse sibi quod edit quaerit et id aegre invenit, sed ille est miserior, qui et aegre quaerit et nihil invenit; ille miserrimust, qui cum esse cupit, tum quod edit non habet. nam hercle ego huic die, si liceat, oculos effodiam libens, ita malignitate oneravit omnis mortalis mihi; It’s sad when a man has to spend his time looking for his food and has hard work finding it. It’s sadder, though, when he has hard work looking for it and doesn’t find it. But it’s saddest of all when a man is pining to eat, and no food in range. By gad, if I only could, I’d like to dig the eyes out of this day, it’s made every living soul so damnably mean to me!