But i' faith, prithee, come then, look at
mde.
TYND. (_looking at him_). Well! ARIST. Say, now; do you deny that
you are Tyndarus?
TYND. I do deny it, I say.
ARIST. Do you say that you are Philocrates?
TYND. I do say so, I say.
ARIST. (_to_ HEGIO). And do you believe him?
HEG. More, indeed, than either you or myself. For he, in fact, who you
say that he is (_pointing to_ TYNDARUS), has set out hence to-day
for Elis, to this person's father.
ARIST. What father, when he's a slave. [4]
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.
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