HEG. I readily allow of it at your own good will.
ERG. I believe you; from a boy you were in the habit—{9}
HEG. May Jupiter and the Gods confound you.
ERG. I' troth, 'tis fair that for my news you should return me thanks; such great happiness do I now bring you from the harbour.
HEG. Now you are flattering me. Begone, you simpleton; you have arrived behind time, too late.
ERG. If I had come sooner, then for that reason you might rather have said that. Now, receive this joyous news of me which I bring you; for at the harbour I just now saw your son Philopolemus in the common fly-boat, alive, safe and sound, and likewise there that other young man together with him, and Stalagmus your slave, who fled from your house, who stole from you your little son, the child of four years old.
HEG. Away with you to utter perdition! You are trifling with me
ERG. So may holy Gluttony {10} love me, Hegio, and so may she ever dignify me with her name, I did see—
HEG. My son? ERG. Your son, and my good Genius.
HEG. That Elean captive, too?