ENTER _Tyndarus_ ESCORTED BY OVERSEERS. HE IS HEAVILY IRONED AND CARRIES A CROWBAR. _Tynd._ Vidi ego multa saepe picta, quae Acherunti fierent cruciamenta, verum enim vero nulla adaeque est Acheruns atque ubi ego fui, in lapicidinis. illic ibi demumst locus, 1000 ubi labore lassitudo est exigunda ex corpore. (_dryly_) I have seen a good many pictures whose subject was torture in Hell: but upon my soul, there is no hell that can match those stone quarries where I’ve been. That place down there is certainly the one where a weary man can be dead sure of working off his tired feeling. nam ubi illo adveni, quasi patricus pueris aut monerulae, aut anites aut coturnices dantur, quicum lusitent itidem mi haec advenienti upupa, qui me delectem, datast sed erus eccum ante ostium, et erus alter eccum ex Alide rediit. Why, when I got there it was just like your young scions of the nobility being given daws or ducks or quails for playfellows: my own case exactly--the moment I arrived they gave me this crow to have a lark with. (_looking toward Hegio’s house_) But there’s my master in front of the door-- and, yes, my other master back from Elis! _Hegio_ Salve, exoptate gnate mi. Oh, how are you, my own longed-for son? _Tynd._ Hem, quid gnate mi? attat. scio cur te patrem adsimules esse et me filium: quia mi item ut parentes lucis das tuendi copiam. Eh? “My son?” How’s that? (_pauses, then with a weary laugh_) Ah, yes, yes, I see the point of your father and son chaff: just as parents do, you give me a chance to behold the light of day. _Philocr._ Salve, Tyndare. God bless you, Tyndarus! _Tynd._ Et tu, quoius causa hanc aerumnam exigo. And you, sir, for whose sake I’m undergoing this confounded experience. _Philocr._ At nunc liber in divitias faxo venies. nam tibi 1010 pater hic est; hic servos, qui te huic hinc quadrimum surpuit. vendidit patri meo te sex minis, is te mihi parvolum peculiarem parvolo puero dedit: illic indicium fecit; nam hunc ex Alide huc reduximus. But now you shall be a free man, Tyndarus, and a rich one, I promise you. For here is (_indicating Hegio_) your father; this slave (_indicating Stalagmus_) stole you away from him here when you were four years old and sold you to my father for twenty-four pounds. And when we were both small boys, father gave you to me for my own. That fellow there has proved it all; you see we brought him back here from Elis. _Tynd._ Quid huius filium? (_dazed_) What about his son? _Philocr._ Intus eccum fratrem germanum tuom.[28] (1015) Look--inside there--your own brother! _Tynd._ Nunc edepol demum in memoriam regredior, audisse me (1023) quasi per nebulam, Hegionem meum patrem vocarier.