TYND. I know that you don't wish that to be done; still I shall effect
it, if the Gods assist me. I shall bring him back here, _and_ he
_will restore_ me to my father, in Elis. For that purpose have I
sent Tyndarus hence to my father.
ARIST. Why, you yourself are he; nor is there any slave in Elis of that
name, except yourself.
TYND. Do you persist in reproaching me with being a slave--a thing that
has befallen me through the fortune of war?
ARIST. Really, now, I cannot contain myself.
TYND. (_to_ HEGIO). Ha! don't you hear him? Why don't you take to
flight? He'll be pelting us just now with stones there, unless you order
him to be seized.
ARIST. I'm distracted. TYND. His eyes strike fire; there's need of a
rope, Hegio. Don't you see how his body is spotted all over with livid
spots? Black bile [6] is disordering the man.
ARIST. And, by my faith, if this old gentleman is wise, black pitch [7]
will be disordering you with the executioner, and giving a light to your
head.
TYND. He's now talking in his fit of delirium; sprites are in possession
of the man.
HEG. By my troth, suppose I order him to be seized?
TYND. You would be acting more wisely.
ARIST. I'm vexed that I haven't a stone, to knock out the brains of that
whip-scoundrel, who's driving mo to madness by his taunts.
TYND. Don't you hear that he's looking for a stone?
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