How shall I place confidence in my resources? I wish the
Gods had destroyed you, before you were lost to your own country,
Aristophontes, who, from a plot well concerted, are making it
disconcerted. This plan is ruined, outright, unless I find out for
myself some extremely bold device.
HEG. (_to_ ARISTOPHONTES). Follow me. See, there is the man; go to
him and address him.
TYND. (_aside, and turning away_). What mortal among mortals is
there more wretched than myself?
ARIST. (_coming up to him_). Why's this, that I'm to say that you
are avoiding my gaze, Tyndarus? And _why_ that you are slighting me
as a stranger, as though you had never known me? Why, I'm as much a
slave as yourself; although at home I was a free man, you, even from
your childhood, have always served in slavery in Elia.
HEG. I' faith, I'm very little surprised, if either he does avoid your
gaze, or if he does shun you, who are calling him Tyndarus, instead of
Philocrates.
TYND. Hegio, this person was accounted a madman in Elis. Don't you give
ear to what he prates about; for at home he has pursued his father and
mother with spears, and that malady sometimes comes upon him which is
spit out [1]. Do you this instant stand away at a distance from him.
HEG. (_to _the SLAVES). Away with him further off from me.
ARIST. Do you say, you whipp'd knave, that I am mad, and do you declare
that I have followed my own father with spears? And that I have that
malady, that it's necessary for me to be spit upon [2]?
HEG.
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