_Tynd._ Votuisti. Yes. _Hegio_ Cur es ausus mentiri mihi? Then why did you dare lie to me? _Tynd._ Quia vera obessent illi quoi operam dabam: nunc falsa prosunt. Because the truth would have harmed the person I was trying to help: as it is, deceit has served his turn. _Hegio_ At tibi oberunt. It won’t serve yours, however. _Tynd._ Optumest. at erum servavi, quem servatum gaudeo. cui me custodem addiderat erus maior meus. sed malene id factum arbitrare? Very well, sir. I saved my master, at any rate, and I’m happy in having saved the man that my older master put in my care. Really now, do you think this was a wrong act? _Hegio_ Pessume. Atrocious! _Tynd._ At ego aio recte. qui abs te sorsum sentio. 710 nam cogitato, si quis hoc gnato tuo tuos servos faxit, qualem haberes gratiam? emitteresne necne eum servom manu? essetne apud te is servos aceeptissimus? responde. Well, sir, I differ with you--I say it was right. Why, just think! if a slave of yours did the same thing for your own son, what would be your feeling toward him? Would you set this slave free, or not? Wouldn’t this slave be your favourite? Answer me that. _Hegio_ Opinor. (_reluctantly_) I suppose so. _Tynd._ Cur ergo iratus mihi es? Why are you angry at me, then? _Hegio_ Quia illi fuisti quam mihi fidelior. Because you have been more faithful to him than to me. _Tynd._ Quid? tu una nocte postulavisti et die recens captum hominem, nuperum novicium, te perdocere ut melius consulerem tibi, quam illi, quicum una a puero aetatem exegeram? 720 What? Did you expect in a single night and day to teach a man just recently captured, a slave you had hardly bought, to consult your interests more than those of the master I grew up from boyhood with? _Hegio_ Ergo ab eo petito gratiam istam. ducite, ubi ponderosas crassas capiat compedes. inde ibis porro in latomias lapidarias. ibi quom alii octonos lapides effodiunt, nisi cotidiano sesquiopus confeceris, Sescentoplago nomen indetur tibi. Well then, look to him for your thanks for it. (_to overseers_) Off with him and have him shackled--heavy ones, solid ones! (_to Tyndarus_) After that you shall go straight to the stone quarries. There, while the rest of them are digging out their eight blocks a day, you’re to do half as much again, or you’ll be dubbed The Cracks-collector. _Arist._ Per deos atque homines ego te obtestor, Hegio, ne tu istunc hominem perduis. Hegio! for God’s sake don’t let the man be utterly lost! _Hegio_ Curabitur; nam noctu nervo vinctus custodibitur, interdius sub terra lapides eximet: 730 diu ego hunc cruciabo, non uno absolvam die.