(_coolly_) I admit it: it is all as you say--yes, you were swindled out of him, and it was my support and my scheming that did it. But heavens and earth, that isn’t what sets you raging at me, is it? _Hegio_ At cum cruciatu maxumo id factumst tuo. You shall pay for doing it, though, pay for it with your own best blood! _Tynd._ Dum ne ob male facta, peream, parvi aestumo. si ego hic peribo, ast ille ut dixit non redit, at erit mi hoc factum mortuo memorabile, me meum erum captum ex servitute atque hostibus reducem fecisse liberum in patriam ad patrem, meumque potius me caput periculo praeoptavisse, quam is periret, ponere. (_simply_) Provided it is not for wrongdoing, let me die--it matters little. If I myself do die here, and if he does fail to return, as he said he would, what I have done, at least, will be remembered when I am gone--men will tell how I saved my captured master from slavery and from his enemies, restored him, a free man, to his home and his father, and how I chose to put my own life in peril rather than let him die. _Hegio_ Facito ergo ut Acherunti clueas gloria. Well then, you can look in the next world for that glorious name of yours. _Tynd._ Qui per virtutem, periit, at non interit. 690 The man that dies in a worthy cause does not perish utterly. _Hegio_ Quando ego te exemplis pessumis cruciavero atque ob sutelas tuas te morti misero, vel te interiisse vel periisse praedicent; dum pereas, nihil intererit: dicant vivere. After I’ve tortured you in the most excruciating ways possible, and sent you to perdition for the lies you’ve patched up, let ’em announce that you’ve perished utterly, or that you’ve merely died; so long as you’re dead, no matter--they can say you’re living, for all I care. _Tynd._ Pol si istuc faxis, haud sine poena feceris, si ille hue rebitet, sicut confido affore. You do that, sir, and I swear it will cost you dear, if my master comes back, as I expect him to do. _Arist._ Pro di immortales, nunc ego teneo, nunc scio quid hoc sit negoti. meus sodalis Philocrates in libertate est ad patrem in patria. bene est, nec quisquam est mihi, aeque melius cui velim. 700 sed hoc mihi aegre est, me huic dedisse operam malam, qui nunc propter me meaque verba vinctus est. (_aside_) Great God! Now I see it! Now I understand what it all means! My chum Philocrates is free, has gone home to his father. Good! And not a friend have I got that I wish better luck to, either. But I do feel bad about the cursed way I’ve treated Tyndarus here! He’s got me and my tongue to thank for being strapped up at this moment. _Hegio_ Votuin te quicquam mi hodie falsum proloqui? Didn’t I tell you not to deceive me in the slightest particular?