nc exsolvi. nunc tu sequere me,
ut quod me oravisti impetres, eum hominem uti convenias.

Inquire if any one of 'em knows Philocrates of Elis. Finally
this fellow (_pointing to Aristophontes_) calls out that
Philocrates is a particular friend of his. I tell him he's
at my house; the next instant he's begging and beseeching me
for a chance to see him. I had him unfettered at once. (_to
Aristophontes_) Now, sir, come this way, so as to obtain
your request and meet your friend.
[EXEUNT INTO HOUSE: AS THEY GO IN _Tyndarus_ RUSHES OUT.

III. 3.

Scene 3.

_Tynd._

Nunc illud est, cum me fuisse quam esse nimio mavelim:
nunc spes opes auxiliaque a me segregant spernuntque se.
hic illest dies, cum nulla vitae meae salus sperabilest,
neque exitium[14] exitio est neque adeo spes, quae mi hunc
aspellat metum,
nec subdolis mendaciis mihi usquam mantellum est meis,[15] 520

(_grimly_) Now's the time when I should infinitely prefer
to be underground than on it! Hope, resources, help--all
deserting, all leaving me in the lurch now! My day has come:
I can never hope to get out of this alive. Done for, and
nothing to be done for it! There's no prospect of staving
off the danger, either, and not a thing to drape my crafty
lies with.

neque deprecatio perfidiis meis nec male factis fuga est. (522)
nec confidentiae usquam hospitium est nec deverticulum dolis:
operta quae fuere aperta sunt, patent praestigiae,
omnis res palam est, neque de hac re negotium est,
quin male occidam oppetamque pestem eri vicem meamque.

My falsehoods can't beg themselves off, or my transgressions
take to their heels: no lodgings anywhere for brass: guile
can't find accommodations. The covert's uncovered, our
plot's apparent, everything's out. There's nothing to do
about it: I must drop off disagreeably, and come to a
painful end for master--also for myself.

perdidit me Aristophontes hic qui venit modo intro:[16]
is me novit, is sodalis Philocrati et cognatus est.
neque iam Salus servare, si volt, me potest, nec copia est,
nisi si aliquam corde machinor astutiam. 530
quam, malum? quid machiner? quid comminiscar? maxumas
nugas ineptus incipisso. haereo.

He's been the ruin of me, this Aristophontes that just
went i