STAL. As you desire, so be it done.
HEG. (to the AUDIENCE). As a boy he was very obedient {2}; 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.
STAL. That's mere trifling. Don't you think that I know what I'm deserving of?
HEG. Still, it is in your power to escape a small portion of it, if not the whole.
STAL. 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.
HEG. To what person? STAL. To Theodoromedes the Polyplusian, in Elis, for six minae.
HEG. O ye immortal Gods! He surely is the father of this person, Philocrates.
STAL. Why, I know him better than yourself, and have seen him more times.
HEG. 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.
{Footnote 1: Be blushes all over)—Ver. 967. He means that he will have him flogged until he is red all over.}