Well, haven’t those rascal captives taken me in with this day’s trickery? The other one pretended he was the slave, while this fellow here played the freeman. I’ve lost the kernel and kept the shell for surety. That’s the way they’ve daubed my face up for me, ass that I am! (_grimly_) This one shall never have the laugh on me, at any rate. (_stepping to door and calling_) Box! Buffum! Bangs! Come! Out with you! Bring your straps! III. 5. Scene 5. ENTER OVERSEERS, CARRYING HEAVY RAWHIDES. _Cola._ _Box_ Num lignatum mittimur? (_merrily cracking a whip_) You don’t want us to go and tie up faggots, do you, sir? _Hegio_ Inicite huic manicas[17] mastigiae. Clap handcuffs on this rogue. (_pointing to Tyndarus_) _Tynd._ Quid hoc est negoti? quid ego deliqui? (_as they obey_) What does this mean? What have I done? _Hegio_ Rogas. 660 sator sartorque scelerum, et messor maxume? Done! You sower and hoer of sin--(_more savagely_) and reaper, especially! _Tynd._ Non occatorem dicere audebas prius? nam semper occant prius quam sariunt rustici. (_politely_) Couldn’t you manage to slip in “harrower”? Why, farmers always harrow before they hoe. _Hegio_ At tu confidenter[18] mihi contra astitit. (_angrily_) Now look at that! the bold way he stands up to me! _Tynd._ Decet innocentem servom atque innoxium confidentem esse, suom apud erum potissimum. A guiltless, harmless slave ought to face his own master boldly, his own master, of all men. _Hegio_ Adstringite isti sultis vehementer manus. (_to overseers_) Fasten his hands, tight, mind you! _Tynd._ Tuos sum, tu has quidem vel praecidi iube. sed quid negoti est, quam ob rem suscenses mihi? I am yours. Have them cut off, even, for that matter. But what does this mean? Why this rage at me? _Hegio_ Quia me meamque rem, quod in te uno fuit, 670 tuis scelestis falsidicis fallaciis deartuasti dilaceravisti atque opes confecisti omnes, res ac rationes meas: ita mi exemisti Philocratem fallaciis. illum esse servom credidi, te liberum: ita vosmet aiebatis itaque nomina inter vos permutastis. Because as far as in you lay you’ve sent me and my hopes to smash, demolished me, with your rascally deceitful dodges, and spoiled all my chances, all my prospects and plans. That’s the way you, got Philocrates off--by swindling me! I supposed he was the slave and you the freeman; that’s what you said yourselves; that’s how you exchanged names. _Tynd._ Fateor, omnia facta esse ita ut tu dicis, et fallaciis abiisse eum abs te mea opera atque astutia; an, obsecro hercle te, id nunc suscenses mihi? 680