TRA. (_to himself_). Supreme Jove, with all his might and resources, is seeking for me and Philolaches, my master's son, to be undone. Our hopes are destroyed; nowhere is there any hold for courage; not _even_ Salvation [1] _now_ could save us if she wished. Such an immense mountain of woe have I just now seen at the harbour: my master has arrived from abroad; Tranio is undone! (_To the_ AUDIENCE.) Is there any person who'd like to make gain of a little money, who could this day endure to take my place in being tortured? Where are those fellows hardened to a flogging, the wearers-out of iron chains, or those, who, for the consideration of three didrachms, would get beneath besieging towers [2], where some are in the way of having their bodies pierced with fifteen spears? I'll give a talent to that man who shall be the first to run to the cross _for me_; but on condition that twice his feet, twice his arms [3] are fastened there. When that shall have been done, then ask the money down of me. But am I not a wretched fellow, not at full speed to be running home? PHILO. Here come the provisions; see, here's Tranio; he's come back from the harbour. TRA. (_running_). Philolaches! PHILO. What's the matter? TRA. Both I and you-- PHILO. What about "Both I and you?" TRA. Are undone! PHILO. Why so? TRA. Your father's here. PHILO. What is it I hear of you? TRA. We are finished up. Your father's come, I say. PHILO. (_starting up._) Where is he, I do entreat you? TRA. He's coming. PHILO. Coming? Who says so? Who has seen him? TRA. I saw him myself, I tell you. PHILO. Woe unto me! what am I about? TRA. Why the plague now do you ask me, what you are about? Taking your place at table, _of course_. PHILO. Did you see him? TRA. I my own self, I tell you. PHILO. For certain? TRA. For certain, I tell you. PHILO. I'm undone, if you are telling the truth. TRA. What good could it be to me if I told a lie? PHILO. What shall I do now? TRA. (_pointing to the table and couches_). Order all these things to be removed from here. (_Pointing._) Who's that asleep there? PHILO. Callidamates. TRA. Arouse him, Delphium. DEL. (_bawling out in his ear_). Callidamates! Callidamates! awake! CALL. (_raising himself a little_). I am awake; give me something to drink. DEL. Awake; the father of Philolaches has arrived from abroad. CALL. I _hope_ his father's well. PHILO. He is well indeed; but I am utterly undone. CALL. You, utterly undone? How can that be? PHILO. By heavens! do get up, I beg of you; my father has arrived. CALL. Your father has come? Bid him go back again. What business had he to come back here so soon?