At last I escaped to the praetor’s. Barely waiting to catch my breath, I asked for a passport, got it on the spot, gave it to Tyndarus: he’s off for home. After seeing to that, I first start straight for home. Then I go on to my brother’s where the rest of my prisoners are. rogo, Philocratem ex Alide ecquis hominum noverit: tandem his exclamat, eum sibi esse sodalem; 510 dico eum esse apud me; hic extemplo orat obsecratque, eum sibi ut liceat videre: iussi ilico hunc exsolvi. nunc tu sequere me, ut quod me oravisti impetres, eum hominem uti convenias. Inquire if any one of ’em knows Philocrates of Elis. Finally this fellow (_pointing to Aristophontes_) calls out that Philocrates is a particular friend of his. I tell him he’s at my house; the next instant he’s begging and beseeching me for a chance to see him. I had him unfettered at once. (_to Aristophontes_) Now, sir, come this way, so as to obtain your request and meet your friend. [EXEUNT INTO HOUSE: AS THEY GO IN _Tyndarus_ RUSHES OUT. III. 3. Scene 3. _Tynd._ Nunc illud est, cum me fuisse quam esse nimio mavelim: nunc spes opes auxiliaque a me segregant spernuntque se. hic illest dies, cum nulla vitae meae salus sperabilest, neque exitium[14] exitio est neque adeo spes, quae mi hunc aspellat metum, nec subdolis mendaciis mihi usquam mantellum est meis,[15] 520 (_grimly_) Now’s the time when I should infinitely prefer to be underground than on it! Hope, resources, help--all deserting, all leaving me in the lurch now! My day has come: I can never hope to get out of this alive. Done for, and nothing to be done for it! There’s no prospect of staving off the danger, either, and not a thing to drape my crafty lies with. neque deprecatio perfidiis meis nec male factis fuga est. (522) nec confidentiae usquam hospitium est nec deverticulum dolis: operta quae fuere aperta sunt, patent praestigiae, omnis res palam est, neque de hac re negotium est, quin male occidam oppetamque pestem eri vicem meamque. My falsehoods can’t beg themselves off, or my transgressions take to their heels: no lodgings anywhere for brass: guile can’t find accommodations. The covert’s uncovered, our plot’s apparent, everything’s out. There’s nothing to do about it: I must drop off disagreeably, and come to a painful end for master--also for myself. perdidit me Aristophontes hic qui venit modo intro:[16] is me novit, is sodalis Philocrati et cognatus est. neque iam Salus servare, si volt, me potest, nec copia est, nisi si aliquam corde machinor astutiam. 530 quam, malum? quid machiner? quid comminiscar? maxumas nugas ineptus incipisso. haereo.