Captivi: The Captives (949b-984)

Certainly.

(To the attendants, who immediately obey.) Where are you? Go this instant, and bring Tyndarus here. (To PHILOPOLEMUS and PHILOCRATES.) Do you go in-doors; in the meantime, I wish to enquire of this statue for whipping[*], what was done with my younger son. Do you go bathe in the meantime.

Philocrates, follow me this way in-doors.

I follow you. (They go into the house.)

Come you, step this way, you worthy fellow, my fine slave.

What is fitting for me to do, when you, such a man as you are, are speaking false? I was never a handsome, or a fine, or a good person, or an honest one, nor shall I ever be; assuredly, don’t you be forming any hopes that I shall be honest.

You easily understand pretty well in what situation your fortunes are. If you shall prove truth-telling, you’ll make your lot from bad somewhat better.

Speak out, then, correctly and truthfully; but never yet truthfully or correctly have you acted.

Do you think that I’m ashamed to own it, when you affirm it?

But I’ll make you to be ashamed; for I’ll cause you to be blushes all over[*].

Heyday—you’re threatening stripes, I suppose, to me, quite unaccustomed to them! Away with them, I beg. Tell me what you bring, that you may carry off hence what you are in want of.

Very fluent indeed. But now I wish this prating to be cut short.

As you desire, so be it done.

As a boy he was very obedient[*]; now that suits him not. Let’s to this business; now give your attention, and inform me upon what I ask. If you tell the truth, you’ll make your fortunes somewhat better.

That’s mere trifling. Don’t you think that I know what I’m deserving of?

Still, it is in your power to escape a small portion of it, if not the whole.

A small portion I shall escape, I know; but much will befall me, and with my deserving it, because I both ran away, and stole your son and sold him.

To what person?

To Theodoromedes the Polyplusian, in Elis, for six minae.

O ye immortal Gods! He surely is the father of this person, Philocrates.

Why, I know him better than yourself, and have seen him more times.

Supreme Jove, preserve both myself and my son for me. (He goes to the door, and calls aloud.) Philocrates, by your good Genius, I do entreat you, come out, I want you.

Hegio, here am I; if you want anything of me, command me.

He (pointing to STALAGMUS) declares that he sold my son to your father, in Elis, for six minae.

How long since did that happen?

This is the twentieth year, commencing from it.

He is speaking falsely.

Either I or you do. Why, your father gave you the little child, of four years old, to be your own slave.

What was his name? If you are speaking the truth, tell me that, then.

Paegnium, he used to be called; afterwards, you gave him the name of Tyndarus.