ARIST. Now hold your tongue! I'll make you, _you_ false Philocrates, to be found out this day _to be_ a real Tyndarus. Why are you making signs [8] at me? TYND. I, making signs at you? (_To_ HEGIO.) What would he do, if you were at a greater distance off? HEG. What do you say? What if I approach this madman? TYND. Nonsense; you'll be made a fool of; he'll be prating _stuff_, to you, neither the feet nor the head of which will ever be visible. The dress _only_ [9] is wanting; in seeing this man, you behold Ajax himself. HEG. I don't care; still I'll approach him. (_Advances to_ ARISTOPHONTES.) TYND. (_aside_). Now am I utterly undone; now between the sacrifice and the stone [10] do I stand, nor know I what to do. HEG. I lend you my attention, Aristophontes, if there is anything that you would wish with me. ARIST. From me you shall hear _that_ truth, which now you think to be false, Hegio. But I wish, in the first place, to clear myself from this with you--that madness does not possess me, and that I have no malady, except that I am in captivity; and, so may the King of Gods and of men make me to regain my native land, that fellow there is no more Philocrates than either I or you. HEG. Come, then, tell me who he is? ARIST. He whom I've told you all along from the beginning. If you shall find him any other than that person, I show no cause why I shouldn't suffer the loss with you both of my parents and of my liberty _for ever_. HEG. (_to_ TYNDARUS). What say you _to this_? TYND. That I am your slave, and you my master. HEG. I didn't ask that--were you a free man? TYND. I was. ARIST. But he really wasn't; he is deceiving you. TYND. How do you know? Were you, perchance, the midwife of my mother, since you dare to affirm this so boldly? ARIST. When a boy, I saw yourself, a boy. TYND. But, grown up, I _now_ see you grown up; so, there's for you, in return. If you did right, you wouldn't be troubling yourself about my concerns; do I trouble myself about yours? HEG. Was his father _called_ Thesaurochrysonicocroesides? ARIST. He was not; and I never heard that name before this day. Theodoromedes was the father of Philocrates. TYND. (_aside_). I'm downright undone. Why don't you be quiet, heart of mine? Go and be stretched, and hang yourself; you are throbbing _so, that_ unfortunate I can hardly stand up for _my_ fear. HEG. Is a full assurance given me that this was a slave in Elis, and that he is not Philocrates? ARIST. So fully, that you will never find this to be otherwise; but where is he [11] now? HEG. Where I the least, and he the most could wish himself. In consequence, then, I'm cut asunder, [12] disjointed, to my sorrow, by the devices of this scoundrel, who has bamboozled me by his tricks just as he has thought fit. But do, please, have a care _that you are right_. ARIST. Why, I assure you of this, _as_ an ascertained and established fact.