TYND. (_to himself_). I have seen many of the torments which take place at Acheron [1] often represented in paintings [2]; but most certainly there is no Acheron equal to where I have been in the stone-quarries. There, in fine, is the place where real lassitude must be undergone by the body in laboriousness. For when I came there, just as either jackdaws, or ducks, or quails, are given to Patrician children [3], for them to play with, so in like fashion, when I arrived, a crow was given [4] me with which to amuse myself. But see, my master's before the door; and lo! my other master has returned from Elis. HEG. Hail to you, my much wished-for son. TYND. Ha! how--my son? Aye, aye, I know why you pretend yourself to be the father, and me to be the son; _it is_ because, just as parents do, you give me the means of seeing the light[5]. PHIL. Hail to you, Tyndarus. TYND. And to you, for whose sake I am enduring these miseries. PHIL. But now I'll make you in freedom come to wealth. For (_pointing to_ HEGIO) this is your father; (_pointing to_ STALAGMUS) that is the slave who stole you away from here when four years old, _and_ sold you to my father for six minae. He gave you, when a little child, to me a little child, for my own service. He (_pointing to_ STALAGMUS). has made a confession, for we have brought him back from Elis. TYND. How, where's _Hegio's_ son? PHIL. Look _now_; in-doors is your own brother. TYND. How do you say? Have you brought that captive son of his? PHIL. Why, he's in-doors, I say. TYND. By my faith, you're done both well and happily. PHIL. (_pointing to_ HEGIO). Now this is your own father; (_pointing to_ STALAGMUS) this is the thief who stole you when a little child. TYND. But now, grown up, I shall give him grown up to the executioner for his thieving. PHIL. He deserves it. TYND. I' faith, I'll deservedly give him the reward that he deserves. (_To_ HEGIO.) But tell me I pray you, are you my father? HEG, I am he, my son. TYND. Now, at length, I bring it to my recollection, when I reconsider with myself: troth, I do now at last recall to memory that I had heard, as though through a mist, that my father was called Hegio. HEG. I am he. PHIL. I pray that your son may be lightened of these fetters, and this slave be loaded with them. HEG. I'm resolved that that shall be the first thing attended to. Let's go in-doors, that the blacksmith may be sent for, in order that I may remove those fetters from you, and give them to him. (_They go into the house._) STAL. To one who has no savings _of his own_, you'll be rightly doing so [6]. _The_ COMPANY _of_ PLAYERS _coming forward._