Trimalchio was hugely tickled at this challenge.

"Slaves are men, my friends," he observed, "but that's not all, they sucked the same milk that we did, even if hard luck has kept them down; and they'll drink the water of freedom if I live: to make a long story short, I'm freeing all of them in my will.

To Philargyrus, I'm leaving a farm, and his bedfellow, too.

Carrio will get a tenement house and his twentieth, and a bed and bedclothes to boot.

I'm making Fortunata my heir and I commend her to all my friends.