TYND. And so are you a slave, and _yet_ you were a free man; and I trust that so I shall be, if I restore his son here to liberty. ARIST. How say you, villain? Do you say that you were born a free man [liber]? TYND. I really do not say that I am Liber [5], but that I am Philocrates. ARIST. How's this? How this scoundrel, Hegio, is making sport of you now. For he's a slave himself, and never, except his own self, had he a slave. TYND. Because you yourself are destitute in your own country, and haven't whereon to live at home, you wish all to be found like to yourself; you don't do anything surprising. 'Tis _the nature_ of the distressed to be ill-disposed, and to envy the fortunate. ARIST. Hegio, take you care, please, that you don't persist in rashly placing confidence in this man; for so far as I see, he is certainly now putting some device in execution, in saying that he is redeeming your son _from captivity_; that is by no means satisfactory to me. TYND. I know that you don't wish that to be done; still I shall effect it, if the Gods assist me. I shall bring him back here, _and_ he _will restore_ me to my father, in Elis. For that purpose have I sent Tyndarus hence to my father. ARIST. Why, you yourself are he; nor is there any slave in Elis of that name, except yourself. TYND. Do you persist in reproaching me with being a slave--a thing that has befallen me through the fortune of war? ARIST. Really, now, I cannot contain myself. TYND. (_to_ HEGIO). Ha! don't you hear him? Why don't you take to flight? He'll be pelting us just now with stones there, unless you order him to be seized. ARIST. I'm distracted. TYND. His eyes strike fire; there's need of a rope, Hegio. Don't you see how his body is spotted all over with livid spots? Black bile [6] is disordering the man. ARIST. And, by my faith, if this old gentleman is wise, black pitch [7] will be disordering you with the executioner, and giving a light to your head. TYND. He's now talking in his fit of delirium; sprites are in possession of the man. HEG. By my troth, suppose I order him to be seized? TYND. You would be acting more wisely. ARIST. I'm vexed that I haven't a stone, to knock out the brains of that whip-scoundrel, who's driving mo to madness by his taunts. TYND. Don't you hear that he's looking for a stone? ARIST. I wish to speak with you alone, separately, Hegio. HEG. Speak from where you are, if you want anything; though at a distance, I shall hear you. TYND. _Yes_, for, by my faith, if you approach nearer, he'll to taking your nose off with his teeth. ARIST. By heavens, Hegio, don't you believe that I am mad, or that I ever was _so_, or that I have the malady which that fellow avers. But if you fear anything from me, order me to be bound: I wish it, so long as that fellow is bound as well. TYND. Why really, Hegio, rather let him be bound that wishes it.