(There) I catch sight of Giton laden with towels and scrapers, leaning, downhearted and embarrassed, against the wall.

You could see that he did not serve of his own free will.

Then, that I might assure myself that I saw aright, "Take pity on me, brother," he cried, turning towards me a face lighted up with joy, "there are no arms here, I can speak freely take me away from that bloody robber, and punish your penitent judge as severely as you like.

To have perished, should you wish it, will be a consolation great enough in my misery!" Fearing some one might overhear our plans, I bade him hush his complaints and, leaving Eumolpus behind -- for he was reciting a poem in the bath--I pull Giton down a dark and dirty passage, after me, and fly with all speed to my lodgings.

Arriving there, I slam the door shut, embrace him convulsively, and press my face against his which is all wet with tears.