|C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the Worlds Best Literature.|
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
|Rewards of Heroism|
|By Plautus (c. 254184 B.C.)|
Translation of William Cranston Lawton
| [From the Captives. Tyndarus, a slave, captured in war with the young master who has been his lifelong comrade, exchanges name and station with him, and the supposed slave has been sent off to secure the ransom. The trick has just been discovered and acknowledged.]|
|HEGIOTo your own utter misery this was done.|
| TyndarusSince for no sin I fall, little I reck.|
|If he who promised comes not, and I die,|
|This will be counted honor still, in death,|
|That I from servitude and hostile hands|| 5|
|Restored my master to his home and father;|
|And here I rather chose to put my life|
|In peril, than that he should be destroyed.|
| HegioEnjoy that glory, then, in Acheron!|
| TyndarusI saved my lord; I exult that he is free,|| 10|
|Whom my old master trusted to my charge:|
|This you account ill done?|
Hegio Most wickedly.
| TyndarusBut I, opposing you, sayrighteously:|
|Bethink you, if a slave of yours had wrought|
|For your son this, what thanks youd render him.|| 15|
|Would you release him from his servitude?|
|Would he be in your eyes a slave most dear?|
Hegio I think so.
Tyndarus Why then wroth at me?
| [In one note of sad defiance we seem to hear an echo of Antigones voice: it occurs a little later in the same scene.]|
|Beyond my death no ill have I to fear.|
|And though I live to utmost age, the time|| 20|
|Of suffering what you threaten still is brief.|