nor cloak have I anywhere for my deceitful stratagems; nor for my devices or my subterfuges is there anywhere a screen presented to me. No deprecating is there for my perfidy; no means of flight for my offences. No refuge is there anywhere for my trusting; and no escape for my cunning schemes. What was concealed is now exposed; my plans are now divulged. The whole matter is now laid open; nor is there any ado about this matter, but that I must perish outright, and meet with destruction, both on behalf of my master and myself. This Aristophontes has proved my ruin, who has just now come into the house. He knows me. He is the intimate friend and kinsman of Philocrates. Not Salvation herself Not Salvation herself : This was a proverbial expression among the Romans. Salus, Safety or Salvation, was worshipped as a Goddess at Rome. It is well observed, in Thornton’s translation, that the word Salus may, without irreverence, be translated Salvation, on no less authority than that of Archbishop Tillotson. If, says he, men will continue in their sins, the redemption brought by Christ will be of no advantage to them; such as obstinately persist in an impenitent course, ipsa si velit Salus, servare non potest, Salvation itself cannot save them. can save me now, even if she wishes; nor have I any means of escape, unless, perchance, I devise some artifice in my mind. (He meditates.) Plague on it!-how? What can I contrive?—what can I think of? Some very great folly and trifling I shall have to begin with. I’m quite at a loss. (He retires aside.) (Enter HEGIO, ARISTOPHONTES, and SLAVES, from the house) HEGIO Whither am I to say, now, that this man has betaken himself from the house out of doors? TYNDARUS (apart.) Now, for a very certainty, I’m done for; the enemies are coming to you, Tyndarus! What shall I say?—what shall I talk of? What shall I deny, or what confess? All matters are reduced to uncertainty. 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.